"14.50" The girl from Gas-N-Go remarked. Kennedy nodded and pulled out a 20 dollar bill from his wallet, smirking at the photo of Garrett taped to the front. "Thanks, er... Alexandra" He replied, sneaking a look at the girl's ID tag. She looked at him and smiled; he was good with the ladies. "Call me Alex... or maybe." she joked. He'd heard that joke before, so he faked a laugh and handed her the money. He didn't even ask for the change, he was too excited. Kenny must've looked stupid running out of a gas station carrying four liters of Gas instead of loading them into his car, but right now he didn't really care. He just loaded them on his trunk and drove hurriedly to the studio.
"You're late, Brock." Halvo shrugged at Kennedy, not even looking up from his copy of AP Magazine. Kennedy noticed You Me At Six was on the cover. "Man, I'd kill to tour with them." Halvo looked up and lowered his voice. "Did you get the stuff?" Truth be told, he was just as excited for this as Kenny was. "Yeah, man. Where's John?" "In the studio working on vocals for My Heroine. He has no idea." He jumped (no literally, jumped) in excitement. "Awesome. Let's get him in the car so we can put this plan to action." They went through the plan one more time.
At one point, their voices were so loud John could hear them from inside the studio. "...NO, GARRETT SHOULD SET HIM ON FIRE." "...LISTEN I THINK IT WOULD BE BEST IF KENNEDY WAS THE ONE THAT TIED HIM TO A CHAIR." "CAN'T WE DO IT AT SIX FLAGS OR SOMETHING?"
When they finally got John in the car, they couldn't stop smiling at each other. They'd been planning this for a while now. "Could you fuckers tell me where we're actually going first?" He exclaimed from the back seat of Garrett's car, the Hulk. "Sorry, John. But it'll be really fun. Honest." "Better be. Is your bitch of a girlfriend going to be there?" Eric frowned at this. "She's not a bitch, and she's going. You're just jealous because I'm boning her and not you." John didn't reply. Truth be told, this was real. He's had a crush on Halvo for... forever, and this bitch stealing his spotlight didn't exactly give him the time of day.
"We're here," Kennedy yelled as he opened his car door. John was about to open his when a piece of white cloth attacked his face.
That was all John could remember when he woke up in the middle of an abandoned storage place. The guys mist be pulling some mean trick on him. he stood up to leave and- wait, what the fuck? "I'm tied to a chair?" Rage was slowly entering him. "YOU JACKASSES TIED ME TO A CHAIR?" No replies. He tried to grab his swiss knife from his shirt pocket but- hold on, he was shirtless too? In fact, all he had on were his purple boxer shorts (Justin Bieber. Hard to explain) and some socks. He contemplated jumping out, but he's been seen shirtless before. Girls would tear him apart before he even reached two blocks. "Damn it, guys. Just show yourselves." He couldn't help but notice a pool of... something on the floor. Clear. Water, maybe? Pee? He didn't really want to know.
A few moments later, Pat emerged, and John couldn't be happier. If anybody could get him out of here, it was nice old Pat. "Hey, man. Get me out of here." Pat just smiled at him and fished something out of his pocket. A matchbox? "Pat, quit fucking around and get me out of here. I'll get you a sundae." Pat's face lit up at this, but no. He can't. He was talking one for the team. "Sorry, bro." Pat whispered as he lit a match from the box. John suspected that the liquid pooling was probably gasoline or something as flammable.
He kicked and yelled, but at this point the flames were spreading and he could feel a twinge of heat creeping up his bare leg. Just then, Jared walked in. "DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK IT'S NOT FUNNY." Jared just looked at him and unbucked his belt.
What the hell was this guy going to do- rape him?
To be continued...
