As the two teenagers walked into the full restaurant, they were almost afraid they couldn’t get a table. There were people waiting inside the entrance area and outside, all looking at their watches and entertaining children. It wasn’t until the greeter said, “You two are in luck. We have a table for two open, right this way,”
that they smiled. It looked like being a party of two came in handy.
The boys followed the brown-haired woman to their table, which was right next to the bathroom. They both sat down and started going through the menus, discussing what they would get. After ten minutes of arguing, they decided to not get an appetizer. It was another five minutes before a white-haired teen walked up, smacking her gum between her lips. The taller of the two boys twitched in annoyance, and the other gave a knowing look.
“Hi, my name’s Sierra, blah blah blah, welcome to wherever the heck we are. Want a drink?”
“Uhh,” the shorter, blue-haired boy looked over to his friend. “I’lll take a Diet Coke, and he’ll get a water with lemon. Thank you, Miss Sierra.”
The waitress nodded —not even writing the order down— and spun on her heel, walking off to the kitchen. Dean looked apologetically at Trey, and put his hand over Trey’s. They had been friends since they were toddlers, and have been inseparable.
“I’m sorry. I know how much that stuff bugs you.”
Trey nodded and drew his hand back as someone walked behind Dean and into the bathroom. “Its fine. Misophonia is fun, ain’t it?”
The right corner of Dean’s lip pulled up. “‘Ain’t’ is not a word, Trey.”
Trey laughed and rolled his eyes. “Ha ha. Thanks, teacher.”
Dean smiled brightly at him as their waitress walked back. “One Diet Dr. Pepper and water, no lemon.”
Dean’s smile fell and he looked up with at the girl, meeting her light green eyes. “Actually, it was a Diet Coke and a water with lemon?”
The waitress rolled her eyes and popped her gum again. She was about to say how her book said that she was right about their orders when a gunshot was heard.
Dean and Trey jumped up. “What the hell was that?” Trey pushed Dean towards the exit, and he collided with another waitress with blonde hair.
“Sierra, they found out! We have to get them out of here!”
Sierra nodded and twirled around to get Dean, when a man landed behind him. “Hey blue boy, duck!”
Dean did as he was told, and a blast of lighting went over his head. He stared at Sierra in shock, before being hoisted up and pushed near the entrance.
Celia was fighting another man, before diving under a table and crawling from under it with a bow and quiver in her hand. She knocked an arrow and shot the man in the shoulder, before pointing it at Trey.
“Follow your boyfriend out of here!”
Trey was about to protest that no, Dean was not his boyfriend, but he was thrown to the ground by another man. He quickly rolled to the side, and a knife came down where his head once was.
Trey was about to panic when Celia shot the man, then ran over and kicked him off of Trey. Trey jumped to his feet and grabbed Dean’s hand, running to the entrance with the two girls. They barely ignored all the bullets flying at them.
The four made it outside, and saw a black SUV waiting with the door open.
“Anthony, get ready to drive like hell!”
The window rolled down and a teen with black hair shoved his face where the glass was. “Get your butt in here right now, then! What’s the holdup, needed to dye your hair again?”
Celia and Sierra complied, Dean and Trey still dazed from the quick change of events. Once they were in the car, the door slammed shut and they started moving twice as fast as the speed limit.
“Who the hell are you people?” Trey yelled, as Dean was trying to not have a panic attack next to him.
The one driving beamed into the rear-view mirror. “I’m Anthony, the get-away driver. Blondie’s name is Celia, she doesn’t talk much. And no, her hair isn’t dyed, I was joking. The other one is Sierra, and she’s just herself. Congrats, you’ve been kidnapped!”
Anthony was slapped on the shoulder by Celia, who turned in her seat to see the two boys. “Look, there’s some bad people after us. Just imagine your in the second Captain America movie. Except it’s not Captain America, it’s a bunch of teenagers and two adults.”
Dean’s eyes widened. “You’re on the run from H.Y.D.R.A?”
Sierra rolled her eyes. “Nope, we’re on the run from the F.B.I, who is currently run by a maniac. His name is Alec. Stupid name, am I right? Anyways, hope you guys are good at making friends, because you’re about to meet a lot of people.