"Come on, _______, you know you want to. . ." Your best friend, Megan (Yes, I always put her in. Sorry if it annoys.) , said, pounding on the door of your room. You growled in annoyance, turning up the volume on the radio and TV. You continued to play a Pokémon game.
Momentaraliy forgetting your frantic friend, you screamed in desperation, "GO DRAGONAIR!!"
"I HEARD THAT ______!! COME ON!! YOU NEED TO GET OFF THE POKEMON – NO MATTER HOW HOT ASH IS – AND COME WITH ME!!" Megan banged on the door. "URGH!! DON'T MAKE ME GET YAO OR VASH OR LUDWIG OR ANYONE ELSE TO BREAK DOWN THIS FREAKING DOOR!!!!"
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!"
"That can freaking be arranged unless you open this freaking door." You heard Megan's deadly voice even with the TV and radio blaring at full volume.
You turned the radio off and turned down the TV. "Megan. I'll never go to the prom" – yes, the prom – "because no one asked me." You sniffed and ate more creamy ice cream. You were in denial, you know, with empty ice cream containers strewn across your room, along with donut boxes. Yes, donut boxes. You had your friend deliver them through the window. You sniffed again and looked at the door.
It was quiet.
"AIYAH!! WHAT THE FRICKING HECK, MEGAN, LUDWIG?!?!?" You dove underneath the bed.
"Okay, thanks Ludwig!! Say," You could almost HEAR Megan's brain's evil side working. "Would you like to take ______ to the prom? Come on, once me and Felicks are done with her, she'll be hot!"
Dang you, Megan, she knew that you liked Ludwig.
"Ja, sure." Your heart stopped, then kicked into fourth gear at the German voice, cheeks flaming.
"Aiyah!! Megan you are dead!!"
"Ya, ya, ya, sure, dummkopft. Sure."
"Don't call mein date an idiot in mein own language, Megan."
"Kk~." She grinned and held up some rope. "Shall we?"
"I don't know," He looked nervous. "Don't you zhink she'll get mad at us?"
"Of course. That's why it's fun." She grinned again.
. . .
"Doesn't this technically count as kidnapping?" ______ asked through a gag, tied up in ropes.
Megan looked down at her. "No. We asked your mom before we did."
"Ja. It's a bummer." Ludwig said, chuckling.
"Psh, yeah, I can just imagine the look on the officer's face if you show up instead of me. And he tries to arrest you, and you. . ." Megan chortled.
". . .kick him in ze groin?"
"No, that's my job."
"Ah, so vhat do I do?"
". . .Hit him with a bat?"
"Ja, I think that could vork."
"Okay, if you're both done talking in the front seat, cant one of you tell me where we're we're going?!" You growled. Megan didn't look at you, but Ludwig, who was in the passenger seat, turned back and said, "Felicks's house, of course."