Part 7: I just had a near-death experience...LET'S GO SHOPPING!

(Author's note: AAAAAAGH my little brother's friend is throwing darts. A tad hard to concentrate. His new name: Videohead. Or Crack-For-Brains. Seriously. "Get off the Xbox." "Okay." "Get off the Xbox. You've been on for more than 2 hours." "I'm almost done." "Get off the Xbox." "I haven't died yet." *turns it off* But enough of that. So yesterday, there was a big explosion. YAY, explosion! William was like totally excited. Anyways. And Ashes is gonna make her debut. At a club. HAHA, which was totally from yesterday's "AMC". Hehehe. So coo. Let us move on. YES no more darts. We're good to go...)

Stolen Movie Plot: "AMC" and "National Treasure"

Ashes wiped some blood from her recent feast off her lip and watched the other clubbers. There were drunk people, high people, underage people, underage people selling fake IDs... Ashes snapped to attention and walked over to the spiky haired youth.
"Hey. Lemme see that ID." The kid smiled.
"Sure." He handed it to her willingly. A little too willingly. Ashes looked it over.
"Hmm...so you're Pierre, a 37 year old French guy? Why do I have a hard time believing that?" Spikey gulped, then regained his composure.
"Yeah. So...how about a drink?"
"I'm gonna have to card you." Now Spikey looked scared.
"Come on, man-" "I'm a girl." "Come on, um, girl, don't card me! I mean...what's your name?" Ashes glared at him.
"Ashes."
"Cool name. Sounds French. And I'm French, so we're practically family!" Ashes smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are. I guess I won't card you." Spikey's face lit up.
"Seriously? Aw, dawg, you rock!" (THERE IT IS AGAIN! 'Dawg'. DO NOT TRUST HIM! BADBADBAD!) He manhugged her. Ashes tightened her grip on his arm and whispered in his ear, "All right, this is what you're going to do for me. You're going to watch my sister," She slipped him a picture. "And don't take your eyes off her. Got it?" Spikey nodded, wiggled out of the man hug (lol, Amber), and ran away.

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Tyler got out from under the car. There was oil all over his clothes, but at least he was alive. He helped Natalie out from under it as well. Moxie helped herself.

"Wow," She said. "That was loud." Natalie looked around.

"Where's Elmo?" But Elmo wasn't there. Tyler took a second look at the car.

"NO WAY!" He started jumping up and down. "THIS IS MY CAR!" Natalie stared at him in shock. Maybe it was because of the jumping.

"You mean that one Joel from Good Charlotte stole?" "YEAH!"

"Hey," said Joel from Good Charlotte. "I didn't steal your car." Everyone turned to look at him. "I just took it to the club, and now I'm back." Natalie looked at her watch.

"Wow...3 minutes. That was a quick trip." Joel grinned.

"Yeah. It's just across the street." Tyler grabbed Joel's collar.

"Hey man! You just wasted my gas!" Joel whimpered in fright.

"Not true, I filled it back up, I swear." Tyler dropped him.

"Oh...well then. I guess we'll see you later." He opened the door to the driver's seat...and Natalie slipped in. Tyler glared at her. "I was opening it for me." Natalie smiled sweetly.

"Yeah...but you're a sucky driver." There was nothing he could say to that, so Tyler got in the passenger seat. Moxie hopped in the backseat and flashed Joel the "call me" sign before they drove off. Tyler smelled his shirt.

"Dude, my shirt stinks. I need to change." Natalie shook her head.

"No, Elmo might still be there." Tyler thought a minute.

"We could go shopping..." Natalie rolled her eyes.

"I'd like to go shopping, too, but we have no money." (OOOOOOWNED! Direct "National Treasure" quote. The very awesome Lauren, at your service. *bows*)

"Not true," Moxie piped up. "I picked Charlie's pockets." No one corrected her and told her the dead man's name was in fact Aragorn, not Charlie, because they were too shocked about what she said. Tyler was the first to react.

"You robbed my dad?" (Harry Potter quote, coming up) Natalie gave him a sympathetic glance.

"But Tyler...your dad's dead." (Here we go) Tyler looked away angrily.

"I KNOW! I'm just telling you what I saw." Which didn't make any sense. But we're not going to say anything more about that. Moxie shook her head.

"No, silly billy, there's a note in here." Tyler read the note aloud.

"'If I'm ever killed by a serial killer, please give this wallet to my only son Tyler.' Oh, well that settles that." There was about $300 in the wallet, enough for 3 or more new outfits. Moxie snuggled down in the backseat.

"I'm hungry. When will we get there? This car smells weird."

(HAHAHAHA! That was the best one YET! I think, anyways. I'll probably get a bunch of comments on how much this blog stinks. Yes, stinks. I'm listening to that lecture, hm? Although my profile did say I've gotten 20 more hits since like yesterday? Hm... Maybe. I hope people are reading this...besides William and Amber. Cuz that would rock. ANYWAYS. Tomorrow: Spikey enlists the help of Pete...from Fall Out Boy. Haha, you thought I was going to say Pete the Rapping White Boy, didn'tcha? And Moxie gets to go SHOPPING! And there might be that changing room scene from "National Treasure"...but it doesn't really apply.)