Ahhh!!

Still grounded. Don't have time to explain. Sorry. Will explain when can.

Playlist For Chapter:

We Like To Party - Vegnaboys
Doctor Jones - Aqua
Are You Gonna Be My Girl - JET

"How'd this happen!?" Nikki screamed, stamping her foot on the dusty grassy ground. Many cars past by us, most of them slowing down to stare at us, but not help. Rude asses.

Ivy was in the driver's seat, fumbling with the wheel and gas petal. Both Nikki and I were behind the car, and I was leaning against the trunk of it. Nikki held a pot of mac an' cheese in her hands; we had stopped at the last gas station and had made it in the microwave that they had let us use.

I stared uselessly at Ivy's yellow car. "I told her that it was going to break down. First the radio, then the brake, and now the gas petal. We're going to be stuck for a while, you know."

Nikki waved me off with her oversized spoon. "It's Ivy's first car. She'll fix it."

"Did you not hear where she got it from? She got it from her great uncle, who ran over a fence with it. I'm fairly sure we're going to be stuck." I sighed, looked up into the cloudy sky. It seemed that Washington's weather was nothing but rain and clouds.

When we had entered Washington, Nikki and I had to get out and belt out how excited we where before we kept going. That was last had just exited busy hurry-or-someone-will-run-you-over Seattle less than two hours ago; we were right outside of Port Angeles at the moment, and now we were stuck, on the side of the road, because of Ivy's hand-me-down car.

The highway was lined with the dark green trees of the many forests, a startling contrast to the light gray clouds that loomed over us. The air was thick, and it felt, and smelt, like it was going to rain soon. Yuck.

"At least we've got food," Nikki said, grinning.

"I guess," I replied. "Give me the pot."

Nikki handed the pot over, with the giant over sized plastic spoon. I looked at the food inside of it, scooped up a spoonful of noddles, and I shoved them in my mouth. They were still warm, and I smiled as the cheesy taste filled my mouth.

I heard Ivy's furious huff before a slam. She came up beside me, her hair piled on her head in a messy bun, and her blue eyes frazzled.

"So?" Nikki asked hopefully.

Ivy only said two words. "We're. Stuck."

"Aw, shit!" I said around a mouthful.

Ivy nodded. "We're stuck. I think it's my transmission, but I'm no car-person." She sighed, and rolled her eyes to the sky. "You might want to start flagging down cars."

"I'll do it!" Nikki cried, grabbing the pot out my hands extremely quickly. She then skipped out from the mini ditch we were in, and on to the side of the road. She stuck out her thumb, balancing the pot on her left hip with the other hand.

"Not only are we stuck, we're screwed too," I mumbled to Ivy.

Ivy smiled, but nodded.

Nikki stuck her thumb out farther, and somehow, got the attention of a small blue Mustang. I grinned in delight as it slowed, pulling up beside Nikki quickly with the squeal of brakes.

I looked at Ivy in disbelief, and Ivy returned my look. It was just like we were still in North Dakota; we were exchanging secret looks about Nikki.

I heard Nikki say, "Hey! We're stuck on the side of the road. Got any jump cables or whatever makes cars work?"

There was a muffled reply, before Nikki jumped back, and the four doors of the Mustang opened, swinging.

They were all Native Americans. One was extremely muscular, and his hair was to his ears and looked like black velvet. Another was extremely thin, and had a lean, russet face, his hair to his chin and parted in the middle. The third was the shortest, and he was grinning happily, his hair sticking up. The fourth was tall, muscular, but had an angular chin.

They were all smoking hot, with lots of muscles and handsome faces, but they were all extremely huge, and even Nikki looked scared.

"Oh. My. Shit," Ivy mumbled, before she scampered back into her car, the car shaking before she slammed the door shut. "I'm not here!" she screamed.

"Sure as hell you aren't," I mumbled, knowing that she was probably blushing like crazy. She was horrible with males. Hell, that was why when we first met, both Nikki and I had to save her from a hoard of them.

"Yeah," the fourth one said, smiling. "I'll be right back."

He want around the side of the car, and to the trunk of his car. Nikki grinned wildly, and motioned for the rest of them to follow her. All of them did, but the beefiest one kept staring at her with wide, vacant eyes, like he was seeing the sun for the every first time.

She past by me quickly, shoving the pot into my hands. "Don't eat my food," she said before going to the driver's door of Ivy's car. She kicked it. "Get out, Ivy! They're going to help!"

I grabbed the spoon, and quickly shoved a spoonful into my mouth, grinning and trying not to laugh.

Ivy slowly slipped out of the car, the door sticking every few inches. She finally got fed up with it, and kicked it open. She got out, and I quickly looked at the Native Americans. The one with the chin-length hair was staring at Ivy like the bulky one was staring at Nikki; like they were both seeing their personal suns for the very first time.

Ivy started laughing when she saw me shove another spoonful of food into my mouth. Nikki whipped her head toward me, and her eyes when wide.

I swallowed, and smiled sheepishly. "Hey, I'm hungry."

"All I've got are some jump cables and a battery charger," A voice said.

I whipped around to see the fourth guy coming but with what looked like bungee cord and a giant mini microwave. I followed him with my eyes as he went toward the hood of Ivy's car.

My eyes just scanned over the shortest, but he was staring at me like he had just discovered a deep new-found love for me. It was extremely creepy, so creepy, I ended up avoiding eye contact with him.

Ivy followed the fourth guy as he ripped open the hood of her car, her eyes staring in bewilderment at the number of strange thing in the car engine.

Nikki grabbed the pot out of my hands and bared her teeth at me. I still held onto the spoon though, and I kept it out of her reach. Nikki's dark eyes flared with anger, and her red hair made her look extremely witch-y.

Letting my childish side come outin a vain attempt to have some random fun, I screamed, "Ivy! She's trying to take my spoon!"

Ivy, who was used to our mood swings, replied, "Nikki, leave her alone! Renny, give her the damn pot. If I have to come over there, I'm going to beat on both of you."

Nikki and I stared at each other before I gave her the spoon, and she stepped away from me. We both grinned like we were mad.

"Yes, mother," we both said in unison.