i’m still good. // chapter eleven; caught red-handed. _______________________________ "you've got me caught, in all this mess, i guess, we can blame it on, the rain." blame it on the rain. - he is we. ____________________________________ I ran faster, hoping to make him loose my trail, but of course, this was his unusually big tourbus, he'd know where I was going, and catch up to me in no time. "Maz, you get back here!" He yelled, I screamed in surprise and tried to speed up. "Maz!" He bellowed again, this time I laughed, both nervously and happily. Then I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, I yelped in surprise and tried to squirm away, "Nope. You're not going anywhere." He looked at me and gave that expression that i'm all to fond of, "No, please Justin. I'm sorry, just don't tickle me. You know I absolutely hate it." Which I did, I can't stand to be tickled. I love to laugh, but at my own will. Who wants to be forced to? "I'm sorry, ain't gonna cut it. Have you seen my face, my hair? I'm covered in whip cream!" He shouted, smiling down at me sinisterly. "Here! Let's go to the bathroom, i'll wash it out and everything! Just, don't. tickle. me." I made every word clear. "Tickle you? Like this?" And right there and then I went into a laughing fit. "Or like this?" I only laughed harder. "Justin, stop! It hurts!" I laughed again. He just kept on. "Just--!" "What's going on here?" Mal asked, coming around the corner. "Payback. That's what's going on here." "Oh, really ...