Okay so recently I passed my driving test, and I'm fortunate enough to have 2 wonderful cars, I have a Renault Clio because it was cheap and I can go to college without it getting stolen. My second car however is much nicer, it's an 08 Volvo v50 estate T5. A beautiful car which I don't take to college because it will be stolen. Anyway this story takes place in the Volvo.
Again it is Stephen and myself. We had to drive down to Manchester airport to pick up his cousin who had flown in from morocco. It's at least a 4 hour drive from where we live so we set off at 9:00 which is when Stephen remembered he had forgot something, he told me 'I hope you don't judge me, but there's something I've always wanted to do'
'oh really? What's that then' I asked him
'be kidnapped' he replied, I didn't understand what he meant at first but then he explained, he wanted me to tie him up, gagged and blindfolded and drive all the way to Manchester and back with him like that in the boot of my car. I thought nothing if it at the time so I tied him up the way he'd said and then stuck him in the boot. He was quiet all the way along the trip, at least I think he was, I did have my CDs on quite loud so who knows. When I stopped off to refuel I peeked through the back seats to ask if he wanted anything, but he didn't, not even a chance to go to the toilet (thankfully he didn't urinate in my car).
When we got to the airport I went to wait for his cousin with Stephen still in the boot. Eventually he arrived and I took him to the car 'shall I put my luggage in the boot?' he asked. My eyes lit up as I dashed to the back of the car to stop him opening the tailgate. 'just put them on the back seat and get in' I told him. His startled face worried me, I knew he was suspicious over me.
On the journey back we sang along to the CDs until eventually the question came up 'how come Stephen isn't here? I was told both of you were picking me up' I gulped and thought of nothing I could say. So I pulled over and took him to the back of the car and opened the boot to find Stephen untied and no longer blindfolded or gagged. He was sleeping somehow and the ropes weren't in site. His cousin looked at me and said (to my suprised because I was expecting some accusation) 'oh that's cool, he usually sleeps like that in my dads car when we go on long trips'
When we got back home I woke Stephen up and while his cousin took in his luggage I asked him 'how did you get free?'
'John you are an awefully bad kidnapper, you put me in the boot with all of your tools so I just cut myself free' he told me. I sighed and put my arm around his neck and then rubbed his hair. It was a learning experience for us both and is definately in our top 10 of funny memories.