“Yeah, because running isn’t obvious.” Alyssa rolled her eyes as I said this, but I didn’t care. We had never tried out the double wrapping before, so we weren’t going to be quick and clean like we usually were. And at 9 PM, families would just be getting back from dinner, and the only people more anal than parents in Flower Mound are the police. We went ahead with the plan anyway.
I parked down the street and we crept to Evan’s SUV, Saran Wrap in hand. It didn’t take us long to get a system going, and after about five minutes Evan’s SUV was well on its way to being completely engulfed in plastic. We only had to duck behind his SUV once when a neighbor drove by, and we thought we were in the clear until we saw another pair of headlights coming down the street.
“CRAP. THAT’S HIS DAD’S CAR,” Alyssa whispered in a scared tone. We were still hovered behind Evan’s SUV on the driver’s side, which faced the garage door, so needless to say we couldn’t have looked guiltier. I immediately racked my brain for any ideas on how to get out of this. His dad, mom, and younger sister got out of the car.
“Hi girls,” his mom said tentatively.
“Uhh, hi Mrs. McKnight,” Alyssa replied. I just nodded and smiled.
“What are you girls doing?”
“Oh well, ya know…” Alyssa trailed off and when she looked at me with a desperate stare I acted quickly.
“Well, Evan keeps ditching us when we want to hang out and we thought this would be a funny way to get his attention,” I said.
“Right. It’s not damaging his car, I promise. It comes off easy,” Alyssa said.
“Oh, well OK,” his mom said. “You girls have fun.”
I’m not sure what Evan’s mom was smoking that night, because after that she went inside, oblivious to the fact that it would take a long time for Evan to even get to the door handles. We even scored some Cherry 7UP from her as she watched us joyfully finish up our Saran Wrap masterpiece. Needless to say, it was a success. And not only was Evan extremely pissed, but he had no idea it had been Alyssa and me. His mom had disposed of our evidence (the empty rolls of Saran wWap and cups of soda) and didn’t say a word. Not even his mom was on his side, talk about success.
Our next slew of victims included a mix of ex-boyfriends, friends, and guys we swore we didn’t like but everyone knew we did. Their cars received shoe polish covering every inch of the windows, the double dose of Saran Wrap, and forks in their yard all at the same time. One night, Alyssa and I were more bored than usual and though we had no bitter feelings toward any guy at that time, we felt like wreaking more car-decorating havoc.
Article comments
1 - Matthew T. Sussman
Has MySpace finally become overcrowded with banal, cookie-cutter stories of small town shenanigans? Is that why this article is here?
2 - Sarah Gray
I don't use MySpace, but thank you for your thoughts.
3 - Joanne Huspek
You two are dangerous. The sheer creativity displayed is frightening (i.e. I wish I'd have thought about it when I was your age.) I hope you don't have hopes of running for President. With Alyssa as Secretary of State, you'd be a force to contend with.
(P.S. Matthew, you didn't see any humor in this?)