"Have a nice day!" I perkily waved to the lady as she sipped on her freshly brewed coffee. She returned the warm smile and I trotted back to the front, humming a tune I had heard earlier. I began skipping around the kitchen, incorporating several employees into my on-the-spot dance routine. Usually I wasn't this hype but something had seemed to posses me.

"Order 12! Large Frappe!" Ryan yelled and I rushed back to my station, beginning to mix up a concoction of coffees. The whip cream noisily shot out of the can onto my hands which I sadly had to wipe onto a rag. Rule #13, don't lick your hands. So upsetting. When I finished I met Ryan at the counter, handing the coffee to him.

"Some moves you got there." He joked, finishing his business with the costumer.

"It's a gift, Ryan." I curtsied. He chuckled and turned towards me.

"Can I ask something?"

"Of course." I announced, fixing my visor.

He pulled himself in, checking the scene as if he was telling me a secret. I became a bit anxious but kept my extravagant aura continuous.

"How do you know Urie?" His eyebrows furrowed and the world seemed to slow down.

Is Ryan going to turn me in for being associated with a criminal? What if he already has and the cops are listening, detecting my every move. I gulped, my mouth dry, and scanned my eyes quickly across Ryan's curious brown orbs.

"What do you mean?" I questioned dryly, keeping my voice low. A ball of yarn played in my stomach.

"I mean, how do you know Urie. Brendon, Urie."

Damn it. He was onto the scheme. In my head I began reciting my one phone call from prison. To my mom? Or to Darren and Mindi? Maybe Naomi? Could I get them all together to talk? Maybe if the guards are nice I can-Damn damn damn, like, 7 hours has passed and you haven't said anything! Just say no! Say no!

"Yes, why." I quickly blurted out, instantly regretting the two syllables that rushed from my unfortunately eager mouth. My brain seemingly slapped itself against my thick skull and my body spun internally.

He gave me a sly look, a teasing smile tinkling on his face and slowly nodded his head. "Right."

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"You coming A.M.?" Darren asked, dangling his keys in invitation. I considered it but declined as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Ignoring it, I began to exit Starbucks but stopped when Darren called my name.

"Hey, stay safe..."

His eyes softened and I suddenly remembered the gift I had kept disclosed in my jacket for him. I jumbled the present into my hands and threw it his way. Awkwardly, he caught it and chuckled, flipping it over several times.

"Pokemon starter pack?" He laughed, sticking a hand into his pocket. He always did that when he felt bashful.

"The record books say you have the largest collection. Not the best." I joked and he turned red.

"Don't say that so loud!" He instructed as quiet as he could. I began to make my way out the door and waved goodbye, the December air crashing into me hard. It hadn't snowed in my town yet, as Nevada was somewhere you would go if you didn't want a winter wonderland.

I fumbled with my keys in my pocket, hitting the unlock button to my car as I neared its parking space. The door handle was freezing against my bare hand as I tugged and to my surprise, the car wouldn't open. I clicked the key fob button once more, tugged, and was left dumbfounded. Immediate panic struck me as I glanced to my right to see a curly headed boy in a heavy black coat running the other direction. He looked behind himself at me and something fell off his face. From my experience, teenage boys don't run from college girls like that unless they've committed something sinister.

"Hey! Did you mess with my car?" I yelled to him, speed walking in his direction. He stopped and groped for something on the sleet of ice beneath him and I began to catch up quickly.

"Stop!" Whatever he was reaching for was placed back on his face and he began running again. He was familiar and unsettling, mainly because he had jacked my car. I began to trot his way and reached in my pocket to find the keys to a Chrysler.

1) I did not drive a Chrysler.

2) this kid was getting away, fast.

3) I had no way to get inside my car and am now the holder of someone else's car keys, meaning I could get in all breeds of trouble.

My phone annoyingly dinged again, but only subconsciously had I realized it. All I was focused on was the little thief running away with my car keys. A car split into view, tires cracking against the frozen road and the boy hopped in, all in a few seconds.

"HEY! STOP!"

My words were useless, obviously.

Why would a criminal stop when his victim tells him to?

I stood there, angry at myself for the situation. How did the little bastard get my keys anyways? I flipped out my phone, ignoring the notifications, and called Darren to call the police and a towing company. Luckily, he was only a mile down the road and came to my service. I was still infuriated, though.

Who would do this? And why?