"Mh...have confidence. They can't arrest you if you speak, they can if you're violent."
"I-..I'm not that Confident.."
"Fake it 'til ya make it."
"Uhm-..O-Okay.."
-Whatever that's supposed to mean-
"Eh...? Where'd they go?"
"Maybe go a little faster.."
"I'm going pretty fast and I see them no whe- fuck..."
"what is it..?"
"Call like...9-1-1. Fuckin' vans flipped over."
"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!"
He grabbed his phone and called crying a little, at this point he hated that Keane was getting what he wanted. He called 9-1-1 and started panting a little.
"911, Yes A van flipped over infront of me and my boyfriend's in it!"
