The sleek black car, with gold rims and expensive wheels. The seats were a black leather, the inside of the car black with hints of red.
I nodded. Fast, furious. We would need fast if we were going to get there in time. Who knows, maybe out of sheer luck we'll hit Jarr, or Jared, on the street. Either way, he was dead meat.
"Just paid. Let's go, you drive. I'm never been to this shop." Ian walked through the door, tossing me the keys. I nodded, opening up the door. The fresh smell of new car blew out with the air.
I stepped inside, Ian sitting on the passenger seat. I slid the keys into the ignition. The car revved, the engine purring softly. The car shook with ease as I pressed the gas, backing out of the car shop. I shifted gears, pushing toward Drive.
I pressed the gas pedal again, as the car pressed forward down the streets. The road felt smooth, no bumps. The car was expensive, close too $10,000,which was fucking ridiculous, but we had the money. With Ian's money he brought, and the money I got from Zayn, we still had a fair amount of money left.
I drove through town, darkness falling in the sky. I had black skinny jeans and red plain shirt, with my work boots,while Ian had a different shade of work boots, a plain dark green t-shirt, and blue jeans. We both had beanies, mine grey and his black.
The stars started shining as I pulled up the familiar shop.
"Zayn's Shop" written on the top. Faint lights were on inside, as a shadow walked by the door, stopping briefly then disappearing. I hope he isn't mad.
"So, this is your friend..Zayn, right?" Ian asked. I nodded, taking the keys out, turning off the car.
"Is he mad at me?" He glanced at the shop, worry creasing his face.
"No, I don't think so. But maybe me, in a way i kinda backstabbed him. You should be fine. But, just a warning, he looks a lot like you, tattoos and piercings, doesn't take much shit from anybody." I smiled warmly, punching his shoulder lightly. He scoffed and stepped out of the car.
We walked to the door, our nerves setting in. I just hope Zayn doesn't punch me at first sight. I bit my lip, knocking on the door.
The door opens suddenly, revealing Zayn. He's wearing sweatpants and a black and white plaid shirt. He has his usual quiff hairstyle, and work boots. His hands have a bit of grease on them, along with his pants, which must be his work pants.
"I knew you would come back with him, Li. You're very predictable. Come in." He smiled, turning back into the shop. I breathed in relief, stepping inside and motioned for Ian to follow.
Zayn's shop looked just the same. Except there was a blonde boy, wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and white supras, working on a car. Zayn banged on the car, making the boy jump. He raised his face from the hood, revealing a cute face, with blue eyes.
"Wow, asshole. You said you'd stop doing that." The boy, with an Irish accent, gave an annoyed face and tone.
"We have guests. Li, you remember Niall. He's my new worker, since you left. No hard feelings though. Anyway," zayn gestured at me," this is Liam," he looked at Ian, pausing.
"And you must be Ian." He smiled, leaning against the car. "I've heard a lot about you."
Ian looked at me, raising his eyes at me. "What the hell have you said about me?"
I chuckled, nudging his shoulder with mine. "Nothing brother, why would I say anything?" I gave him an innocent face, smirking slightly.
"Asshole." He laughed, shoving me aside.
"Hey, fuck you!" I shot back, laughing and shoving him back. He almost tripped on a toolbox, but regained balance.
"Wow, I can tell you two are brothers. Are you twins, though?! That's rad! I've always wanted a twin." Niall nodded his head at space, shaking off a lost thought.
"Unfortunately, we are twins. So I'm stuck with this loser for life. I'm Ian, by the way." Ian punched my shoulder, and I winced, and I punched him back. We gave each other a look, killing each other in our minds.
"Jesus fuck, I guess you two made up." Zayn chuckled, rolling his eyes. He stretched his arms and shoulders with a popping sound. He sighed, looked back at us.
"So, what do you need?" Zayn asked, licking his dried lips.
"You know how to track phones right? Like how to hack and stuff?" I asked. He nodded and smirked, giving me a questionable look. "Good, cause we need your help." I said, glancing at Ian, who was looking around the shop.
"Mmmmm, let me guess. This Jarr dude?" Zayn asked. I nodded, and he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He shook his head. "Yeah I can do that."
"Thanks dude, your great." I said awkwardly. I was bad with thanking people. Awkward.
"I'm confused." Niall said, generally looking lost at all of us.
"We'll explain later, cause your coming with us. You might die, but we need all the help we can get." I said, not waiting for his agreement. He looked at me for a few seconds, then shrugged and looked at Zayn.
"I'm down if you are." Niall said, slamming down the car hood and sitting on it.
"Just too be clear, you don't hate me or something, right?" Ian asked Zayn. Zayn shrugged.
"I'm not sure how I feel about you. You look cool, you sound cool, but I've never really trusted twins. They're more like evil clones from the future." Zayn gave an amused look at Ian, punching his arm. They fist bumped and zayn said, "yeah we cool." Ian nodded, smiling slightly.
"So, we learned a log about Jarr, or Jared. In short form, we thought our parents were dead, but there not, and we think he's holding them captive. When we were young, he double played us without us knowing, tricking us both. He still wants us too be his slaves, but fuck that, so we need your help to kill the bastard." Ian explained, and I nodded.
"What a dick." Zayn said. "Ill help you, yeah. That's rough."
"Still confused, but i'll help if you need me. Sounds like he's a fucktard who doesn't deserve to live." Niall scrunched his nose, making a displeased face.
"Yeah, the more the better, thanks. Zayn, get on tracking his phone. It'll be tricky I know, but it's all we got right now. Me and Ian will devise a plan, niall you can help if you want." I ordered, and everyone nodded. Zayn moved over to his laptop, as me, Niall and Ian sat down on a mattress in a circle.
"So, any ideas?" I asked, biting my lip again. I sharp pain filled my lip, but I ignored it.
"we'll need a stealthy approach, who knows what he's capable of. But really, I have no idea what's going on?" Niall said, sighing.
"Let us explain. This will take a while, But we got a little bit of time to spare." Ian sighed, starting off at the beginning.
~after the story~
"Wow, what a fucking douche." Niall muttered. "That sucks, dudes."
"S'cool. Anyway, now the plan." I acted as if it was no big deal, but hearing the story again made me wanna cry. My throat burned. I looked over at a struggling Ian, and knew he felt the same.
"Mmmm, I think I might have a plan. It's far fetched, but it might just work." Niall stared at us, the plan forming in his mind.
"Bring it." Ian challenged, leaning forward, his arms on his knees.
"Well, first, were gonna need guns." Niall started.