Bite My Tongue.

"Stop! Stop! Pull over the bus, yeah?" Josh was practically screaming at the driver before he yanked open the door and sprinted down the steps. They had stopped by an old fill station, and the looks he was receiving from his friends were rather unwelcome to say the least. Josh didn't care. He had recognized the beat up Jeep that was sitting parked there. But it couldn't be, could it?

"Annie!" He yelled, his shoes throwing up dust and dirt in his wake. Suddenly, a brunette head appeared from behind the open hood of the Jeep, grease covered and surprised.

"You must really need my help if you're all the way out here lookin' for me." She responded, lazily.