It took some time to get him into the front seat and I had to move his injured leg for him and place it on the clutch. Max placed his hand on Carter’s shoulder and I let them have some space, while I’m sure Max was vowing not to screw anything up and Carter was being overly technical trying to tel Max what he needed to do. Looking at the two of them you would never guess the two were best friends. Carter was six foot, super slender and a geek to his core while Max was the tal, dark and brooding type. The captain of our high school’s footbal team and until everything happened he was on track to join the marines. When they were young, Carter saved Max from drowning at the public pool and they have been inseparable ever since. Carter and I crawled into the cars and we gave each other a final glance before we started the engines. He was going to have to move the truck first before I could move because the front end of the beetle was wedged underneath the bed of the truck. As Carter started to pul away he dragged me with him making a loud scrapping sound as the weak metal of the beetle scrapped against the pavement.
