Page 48 of Trading Paint
“He told me he wouldn’t come with me,” Emma wailed. “Please, come with me?” Emma begged.
Thankfully, we were saved by dad yelling, “Emma, get your ass in here!”
Jimi wasn’t happy.
“Sucks to be you,” I told her and nearly carried Sway with me to get away from her. I’d been there before many times but I was not about to tell my dad that I wrecked his car, Emma did.
Besides, when he found out about my leisurely drive through town, he wouldn’t be happy.
Hearing Jimi screaming from twenty feet away,outside, I began to feel bad for Emma. Against our better judgment, Sway and I decided to try and get the car out of impound with the help of Spencer.
In Elma, we didn’t haveimpound, we had the sheriff’s back yard. This was worse than an impound lot for one reason, his wife.
That crazy old broad had chased me down the street with a shotgun when I was nine years old for digging up her flowers with my go kart. Seriously, I was nine-years old. Like I knew any better and who the fuck did she think she was that she could chase a child with a gun?
The nut was off her rocker, I was sure of that.
That’s what caused Sway’s hesitation.
“I don’t know about this...it seems wrong.” We both stepped over the ruts my sprint car left in their front lawn.
“No one is going to give a shit, retard.” I told her cutting the lock with a pair of pillars I brought with us before stuffing them in the back pocket of my jeans.
Sway sighed undeterred by my harshness. “But what if the police come?”
I gave her a look of disgust.
“I’m sure they have bigger problems,Sway. And let me remind you that it’s the sheriff’s house. Cops won’t come, he will.”
She rolled her eyes. “Even better,”
While I didn’t get along with Mrs. Stevens, Sway didn’t get along with Sheriff Stevens. This was mostly because he hauled her in for everything from branding cows, to spitting on his squad car.
For being seventeen, Sway had been arrested by Stevens twelve times in the last two years. It became a joke to us as to what we could do to get arrested in this pacified town.
So far we’d paint balled his house, spray painted Mrs. Stevens car with camouflage paint, branded old man Roger’s cows, let out a herd of cows in the downtown and our most recent prank was letting loose in the town with sprint cars. Oh and you can’t forget the time we took them to the school or the many times we stole his squad car and parked it on the other side of the street to confuse him. He thought he was getting senile.
It paid to have a brother who worked at a hardware store part-time and could make spare keys.
So while we retrieved dad’s car from impound Spencer kept watch down the street.
After a minor incident where I lost my footing and fell about ten feet, causing Sway to laugh so hard she almost pissed her pants, we were just about home free.
Falling ten feet and thinking I broke my ass wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was with all Sways cackling, she woke up their fucking dog who I was sure woke up the old hag.
In the end, we ended up getting the car and were on our way to get Spencer at the end of the street when we saw flashing lights pull up beside him. Turns out because Spencer was standing on the corner, some chick thought he was casing her house and called the cops on him.
While we were in all reality driving a stolen car, I didn’t stop for him.
“He’s going to kill you.” Sway said giggling.
“Will you stop fucking laughing!” I turned downHurdRoad, my eyes darted around looking for any sign of the Sheriff. “This is not funny.”
Her fist rose punching me triggering the steering wheel to jerk. “All I can do is laugh because you constantly get me into these messes.”
“Um I hate to burst your bubble but this was your fucking idea. You’re the one that wanted to help Emma.”
“So we helped Emma but got Spencer arrested, nice work!” she huffed crossing her arms.
