chester and ingrid

#25forreal

turns out,
that one;
wyatt could not drive anymore than a still-baked ingrid
2) chester was basically dead
3) a VW should never be trusted to go a full mile, much less 20.

seeing as these facts are clearly stated upon there^,
I should say, firstly, they're kind of self-explanatory,
but I guess I should explain exactly how we got to a dead-side-road-kill chester almost dead on the pavement

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wyatt bumped all over the road,
swearing every now and again at the 'piece of scrap',
swearing and blaming his crappy techniques at driving on the poor, innocent car[jerk].

this, though, didnt turn out to be such a problem 5 minutes down the road in search of the hospital.

"uhm, wyatt?" ingrid mumbled, awakening from her peaceful sleep of shit.

"what" he hissed

"I'm pretty sure the car is supposed to be moving..? like, just a suggestion" she said, sardonically.

"well, you know what? I don't think your mouth is meant for so much sarcasm" he snapped, making her raise her hands in mock defence.

he turned around quickly in his seat, staring ingrid down.

they just stared at each other [a non-romantic gesture, put it that way],
for a reasonable time.

"ahem, uh.. guys?" was made a failed attempt at getting their attention, when finally-

"what?!" they snapped, all looking at doug

"I don't think Chester's moving" he whispered, pointing crookedly at the crippled chester.

"throw him out" ingrid stated simply

"what, no-"

"throw.
him.
out.
pavement.
now"

"why-"

"wyatt" she growled,
"throw chester out on the pavement,
..
we're going for a hike, a nice, long hike, okay?" she smiled, scaring wyatt

"okay"

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firstly, yes, 'he'[chapter i posted, once you read this it'll be token down xD] was a leg-puller..

just for @the_bluestocking [what? she asked when i was gunna update, and i had nothing ;)]

so yeah! here's da 'real thang'

thanks! ^-^