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Casey was perched in the backseat of Farolds car. Lennon sat in the passenger side with his feet on the window. He traced his fingers along his right arm which was still bleeding immensely. His eyes drooped and his head ached.
“Idiots” he whispered to himself. “We are idiots, aren't we Farold?” Lennon jokingly looked at Farold. And he responded, “We’re such idiots and I can’t even remember
why
we did it.” he glanced at Casey, raising an eyebrow judgingly. “Do you?” Casey just rolled his eyes. “And try not to get any blood on the seat. It stains things you know.” he smiled and looked back at the road.
“Oh, no. don’t worry,” he waved his hand, “it’s just a cut, my arm definitely isn’t pouring out blood.” he said sarcastically, “no it’s fine, I’ll just cease my bleeding entirely.” he shuffled uncomfortably. “Thank you,” Farold replied.
They drove left, onto Cottage Grove Ave. “you know what I find funny?” Casey looked at him. “It’s always the surgeon who gets injured.”
Eventually Casey’s tiredness caught up with him. “I need coffee.” He announced. “Coffee, eh?” Farold veered right and took a U turn. “What was that for?” Lennon shouted. “Casey wants coffee,” he answered. “Coffee? We’re currently on the run.” Lennon explained. “I wouldn’t say ‘on the run,’” Farold said, “more like we did something the police didn’t like and now they’re in their dumb police cars headed to the airport.” Lennon could see what he meant.
“So what should it be?” Lennon took out his phone. Farold leaned over to look. “There’s a Mcdonalds.” Casey looked disgusted, “who the devil would have Mcdonalds sickening coffee.” Farold shook his head in agreement. “True that.” he leaned over further. “Keep your eyes on the road!” Lennon shouted. Farold swerved and knocked his head against the door, he grasped the wheel and got back on track. Casey winced, “My arm! Farold watch out!” he rubbed his arm. “Sorry,” Farold straightened up. Lennon glared at him. “Honestly,” he rolled his eyes.
He took his phone out again. “Oh, well I’m afraid it’s all that’s open at this time of night.” Casey rubbed his brow, “Anything if it’ll get me coffee” Farold turned “Mcdonalds it is.”
“So what are you getting?” Lennon asked the driver. “Excuse me, but we are supposed to be getting
coffee.
” Casey was growing irritated. “Since we’re going we might as well get something else. Am I right?” Lennon looked at Farold. “So right.”
They drove about eleven minutes until they arrived. “So, what will it be?” Farold asked. “Coffee, black.” he stated. “I think
I’ll
take a spicy deluxe crispy, extra cheese. A small fry, and water. And… ” he looked back at Lennon, “what do you want?” He didn’t think twice, “I’ll take a 6 piece mcnugget happy meal.” Farold stuck his head out the window, “A 6 piece mcnugget happy meal.” he told the machine, “what about my coffee?” and with that he drove off.
“You forgot the coffee!” They came up to the window. The worker handed them their food. “Thank you. Have a nice night.” he drove off. Casey flung his hands wide open. “Where’s my coffee!?” he shouted. But Farold ignored him. “These fries are better than any I’ve ever had,” he said with his mouth full. “And this spicy chicken is amazing. I don’t know how they do it.” Casey was very cross. “Go back and get me coffee! I’m not playing your games.” he demanded. But still no one answered. “Hold on,” Farold set down his drink. “Did you hear something?” Lennon looked around, “nope, did you?” he asked, “I thought I did,” he picked up his sandwich. “It was probably the wind.” Casey had had enough. He took a hold of his knife and flung it in between right where Lennon and Farold were sitting.
They both recoiled in shock. They looked back at Casey with wide eyes. Although he himself looked flabbergasted.
Lennon was astonished. “Well what was that for?”