♥Who wants to be perfect? v.2♥

[Qiokkabee]

"{Get me out of this!" Xanther cried, pushing and kicking the door. "Get me out!" He sat back on his chair, clutching the cloth tightly. He was shaking now shaking with fear. He stared at Peyton, tears running down his cheek. "Get me out!" he screamed again and kicked the door really hard.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Honest to God, I dont Know| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Driving an ambulance. Dont Ask.

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton screamed at Xanther in frustration. "Can you shut the Hell up for 5 minuetes!!" Peyton turned onto the road.. flooring the gas pedal. She watched as the other cars turned onto the side of the road.. thinking there was probably a real emergency. Which in Peytons case.. there was. Sh*t we are totally going to Jail... she thought, seeing Cop cars driving fast behind them.

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther shut up fter Peyton screamed at him and he glared at Peyton. He glanced over at the side mirror and gasped as he saw the cops. "I dont want to go to Jubee!" Xanther cried, kicking the car. "Stop Peyton!" SSSSTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!" Xanther banged himself against the chair. "This isnt happening to me!" He screamed. "That's when he saw another car. His father. "No.." Xanther gasped, digging his face into his knees as he brought them up. "I dont want to die..." He was now shaking violently. He now hated cars. Yes, HATEd them and he would never want to ride one again. Not after all this disaster...

[.:Syd-Vicious:.]

Lyra smiled gently up at him and nodded a bit. "Alright." she said softly still looking at him and grinned sweetly.

Alex smiled and slowly removed his hands from her gave. He them got out plates and cups. He filled himself a glass of Dr. Pepper.

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Honest to God, I dont Know| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Driving an ambulance. Dont Ask.

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton started to panic.. Calm down!! Jail isnt so bad... Ive been there once or twice.. you get very close.. to people.." she said trying to lightening the mood. But that wasnt gonna work. There was no way this could possibly get an worse Oh who the heck am i kidding! Its the worst place ever!!!! Kill me now! she said. There was no way they were getting out of this one. Im sorry Xanther! Im So Sorry!!! she said starting to cry. I never meant for this to happen!!! i just... her voice faded off..

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther didnt answer and he was gasping for breath as he kept his face into his knees, his hair falling forward. One cop car was now next to the ambulance. "Halt!" the cop said. "Stop the car and comeout with your hands on your head!" Xanther shivered, his heart beating quickly. He couldnt stand it. His worst moment was coming this day...

[Mα∂иɛƨƨ.]

{- I cant Do This On My Own... Im No Superman.-}

. s t a t u s . Taken, Hehe| . m o o d . Honest to God, I dont Know| . d o i n g . / . w h e r e. Driving an ambulance. Dont Ask.

Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter

Peyton sighed giving up. She pressed onto the brake, Stopping the ambulance. "She ripped the keys out of the ignistion thingy. im so sorry.. she said one last time before she opened the door and Jumped out of the ambulance. She rolled her eyes and put her hands onto her head.

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[ƒυяια.]

Lyra smiled and walked up to the kitchen. she tried to help him with the plates and started to place them over the table where they were going to eat

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther remained in the car, lifted up his head and resting his chin on his knees. He did not like this, not at all. No, he didnt want to come out at all, afraid his father might yell at him, or they might even shoot him. The cops came out of there cars and looked at Peyton. "Now the other one," one called out. Xanther placed his hand on the handle of the car. He slowly pushed the door open and slid off of his seat. He stood in front of the cops, his arms and hands on his sides. "Hands on your head sunny," the cops said, approaching slowly with a gun on his hand. Xanther glared at the gun and did not obey, looking down at the ground.

[.:Syd-Vicious:.]

Lyra smiled and walked up to the kitchen. she tried to help him with the plates and started to place them over the table where they were going to eat

Alex smiled, appreciating her help. He placed the plates and cups appropriately on the placemats on the table.