"Don't eat the shirt!"

"Are you sure?"

I nodded vigorously, "It really moved." Dylan's eyes widened when the tarpaulin started shaking. Grunting sounds came from under it.

Dylan lifted me off him and slowly went over to the tarpaulin covered beast. I nervously bit my nails as he slowly lifted the tarpaulin. I released a high pitch scream when the thing jumped out on him and forced him backwards in the van.

The old guy stopped the van and came to see what all the commotion was about. He lifted the fat, white pig from Dylan's chest and slowly caressed it's head, "What a good girl."

Dylan lifted me from the seat he was in and placed me on his lap, "I guess she's Old Sally." I nodded as I watched the man kiss the pig on the lips.

Yuck.

"This pretty lady is Sally." He winked, "You don't have to worry, she's pretty friendly. Don't try flirting with her though, she's taken." He placed the pig beside us in the van and returned to the driver's seat. Dylan and I engaged in a staring contest with the pig.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I bet he fucks that thing." I chuckled, "Me too."

Realization suddenly hit and all the blood in my body rushed to my face. I quickly slid off his lap and sat across from him in the back of the van. I looked away from him, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to jump on you." He smiled and gave me a thumbs up, "Don't worry about it, I'm used to girls jumping or even bouncing on me."

I looked at him with disgust, "You are just impossible to communicate with on a sensible basis." He shrugged and looked out at the rapidly passing trees. The wind had it's way with his black hair, blowing it in all directions but he still managed to look so good.

I'm kind of jealous, I can bet I look like a mop right now.

There was a continuous slight pull on my shirt but I disregarded it thinking it was the wind. The pull got harder and I looked down. My eyes widened at the sight, "Don't eat the shirt!"

I tried pulling my shirt away but the dumb pig refused to let go. Dylan looked in horror, "Take it from it's mouth!" I pulled and pulled with all the strength I had, "What does it look like I'm doing?" I groaned, "Why don't you quit babbling and help me!"

With Dylan's help, I successfully pulled the shirt from the hard grip of the pig. It gave a loud cry and stared at us. Dylan and I was forced into a corner as the pig came closer. I slightly turned to him, "Is it just me or is that thing giving us a death stare?"

Dylan visibly gulped, "It's not just you."

The pig huffed harshly through it's runny nose and stood like a raging bull ready to charge. Totally engulfed in fear, I pulled off the shirt and flung it in the direction of the pig. I guess I flung it with too much strength since it flew out of the van. The pig unexpectedly jumped from the van into the road.

My eyes widened and I clasped my hand over my mouth when a truck hit the pig the minute it jumped from the van. Dylan and I rushed to the side of the van.

The pig looked like minced meat. Dylan turned to me, "Do you think it's still alive?" I rolled my eyes and slumped down in the van, "Great just great, I killed the stupid pig." Dylan sat beside me, "It's not entirely your fault." I ran my hands through my hair, "We can't stay here."

Dylan tilted his head to the side, "What do you suggest we do?"

"How far are we from Hanson theme park?" Dylan scratched his head, "A few kilometers I think. Why?" I turned to him with a serious expression, "We're gonna jump." His eyes widened, "What? We're in a moving vehicle, we'll end up just like Old Sally." I rolled my eyes, "Not if we're careful."

He folded his arms, "That is too dangerous." I plopped my head down on my hand, "What do you suggest we do then?"

"I think we should just explain everything to the old guy, I'm sure he'll understand." I facepalmed, "You've seen him with the thing. He won't understand. We'd be lucky if we left with just a few bruises and maybe a broken leg or arm or neck."

It was Dylan's turn to roll his eyes, "He's not going to attack us." I went to the edge of the van, "Fine, you stay here then. Tell me how it goes if you come out alive." I looked up and down the road and prepared to jump.

"Wait!"

I rose a brow as I turned to him. He frustratingly ran his hand through his hair, "You're so unreasonable and stubborn not to mention crazy." I stared at him blankly, "If you stopped me to tell me about myself don't waste your breath, I already know."

He sighed and took his wallet from his pocket, "Let's at least compensate for the pig and the trouble we caused." I was genuinely shocked at his kindness. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, "No need to act so surprised, I'm actually a pretty nice guy." I folded my lips and nodded.

Sure.

I looked back at the old guy at the front. I whispered a very sincere apology before returning my attention to the road. Dylan settled beside me, "So, how do we do this."

"Nothing hard, we just jump and try to get a decent landing to not break any bones."

I got in a jumping stance as the van neared the greenery at side of the road to avoid a hole in the otherwise smooth tar, "On my count."

"1."

"2."

"3."

"Jump!"

We jumped. I smiled proudly as I landed perfectly on my right knee in a smooth patch of grass. My eyes widened at the sight of Dylan sprawled off on the ground on his back.

I rushed over to him, "Dylan, are you still alive?"