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They were stuck on the side of the highway. Vince's brand new, bright red, 1986 Lamborghini Countach had broken down on the side of the highway, in the rain, in the middle of the night. Vince had been driving Nikki home from practice when the car suddenly stopped.
Nikki was mumbling to himself as he shone the flashlight into the car. Vince was looking at it and trying to figure out what had happened. Nikki was tuning out whatever Vince was talking about and was watching the storm happening around them. It was raining and thundering hard. The lighting seemed to be getting closer and closer to where they were standing.
Nikki shook Vince to get his attention. "Hey Vince," He said. "Look at the sky for a sec. Am I going crazy or is the lighting getting faster and closer?"
Vince stepped away from the Lamborghini and looked into the sky. The thunder seemed like it was really shaking the ground now. Vince looked into the rain and saw that the lighting was coming toward them quickly now.
"Shit." Vince said, "It's moving really fast. What the hell do we do now?"
"How the fuck should I know," Nikki asked.
"I dunno, man. You act like you know everything so I figured maybe this time you'd actually know something."
Nikki gave him a dirty look, "Fuck you." He said.
Before the two of them could get into it there was a big white flash of lighting fifty feet away from them.
"Shit."
"Shit."
Neither of them could get out another word before the lightning struck again and they both blacked out.
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Nikki slowly opened his eyes. The sun shone harshly into the living room. he was on his couch, and Vince was on the floor next to him, still passed out. Nikki looked around the living room and tried to get a grip on his surroundings. He knew he was in the living room of his house, but something felt wrong, and he couldn't tell what it was.
Nikki sat up and shoved Vince. Vince groaned as he woke up, unhappy that someone had disturbed his sleep.
"What do you want?" Vince asked.
"Do you remember what happened last night?"
Vince looked up at the ceiling and tried to wake up a bit while also trying to remember the previous night.
"Well, I know you were in my car and there was a storm, but I don't really remember anything after that." Vince turned to look at Nikki and gasped, "What did you do to your hair?"
Nikki immediately forgot about piecing the night back together, "What do you mean what did I do to my hair?"
"It's all different and shit. Go look at it."
Nikki sprang off the couch and nearly stepped on Vince as he ran into a different room to look at his hair in the mirror hanging on the wall. He screamed when he saw his hair. Rather than his normal big, tall, teased, black hair, he had long, straight, light brown hair.
"What the fuck!" He yelled as he ran his hands through his hair.
"We must have done some crazy shit last night," Vince said as he walked into the room Nikki was in.
"Fuck, yeah, we must have. I don't remember anything after the car broke down. That happened, then I woke up on the couch here. So either I got super fucked up last night or there is some freaky shit going on here."
"Well, I didn't get fucked up last night and I don't remember anything past the car and the storm either. Why don't you try and call Tommy or someone and see if they have any idea what happened."
"Good idea," Nikki said as he walked over to the phone. He put in the number for Tommy's answering machine and waited. It rang for a few long minutes before going to his answering machine. He was unbothered by the fact that Tommy didn't pick up, but was bothered by the message on the machine. It said, "This is Thomas Lee. Sorry I missed your call. Don't forget to leave a message so I know you called and I will get back to you as soon as possible."
Nikki was bothered by the message, "Hey Vince," he said as he put the phone down, "Since when does Tommy go by Thomas?"
"Um, he doesn't. Why?"
"Well, he didn't pick up his phone, and when it when to message he called himself Thomas and he was all polite about when he would get back."
"Weird. Well, do you want to try calling Mick?"
"I'll try Mick in a minute, but first I need a drink. This morning has been weird as shit and I need something to take the edge off."
Nikki walked into his kitchen and looked in the fridge and freezer. there was no booze. Instead, he found a bunch of fresh fruit and bottled water. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He continued to search his house to try and find any of his bottles from previous nights but he couldn't find anything. While he was looking he missed the fact that his liquor cabinet had seemingly disappeared.
"What the fuck is happening?" He asked as he walked back over to Vince. "First off my hair is back to its natural state. Next, Tommy is all polite and uptight sounding. Then the final nail in the coffin, there's not a single drop of alcohol in this entire fucking house!"
"Something seriously fucked up is happening here," Vince concluded.
"No shit," Nikki said. They both looked at each other for a second before Nikki said, "Vince, get in my car."
"What the fuck? Why?
"Because I am going to the liquor store and I'm not going to let you have free reign over my house."
When they walked outside the two of them gasped. Rather than seeing any of their cars in the driveway, a brown Ford Pinto was sitting there waiting for them.
"What the fuck happened to my car?" Vince yelled.
"How the fuck should I know," Nikki said as he walked over to the car. When he looked into the car he saw that the key to the car was sitting on the seat, waiting for them.
"Vince!" Nikki yelled, pulling Vince out of his rant about his car. "There are keys in the car. Hop in, we're going shopping!"