When I slipped on an ice cube

"Oh my god! I am so sorry sir!" I swiftly got out of my car to see the deal of the damage. Instead of anything sever i notice a dead body in the trunk. Slowly my stomach started to turn, I reach in my pocket to slowly take out my motorolla android smartphone, making sure my cute humming bird charm didn't make its dangling noise and tried to dial 911 before i recognized the other driver's voice.
"I would not do that!" Nicolas Cage's car door slammed shut and before i knew it he was right behind me knocking my phone out of my hand and it breaking on the black topped road.
"Nicolas...Cage....OH. MY. GOSH!" I exclaimed in excitement then made my eyes grow huge after trying to say and having Nicolas's hand on my mouth to keep me from yelling it, "You killed someone!" i muffled in his hand.
"No, Uh, you see, uh, i didn't kill him, i defended myself, You see, he tried to kidnap me and tried to shoot me with a 47/8 pistol but i knocked it out of his grip and warned him not to attack me and run free, but he didn't listen, he fought me with his surprised back up crew, so I shot him, but his men ran away. I'm taking his body to the undercover agency right now. He's a wanted man." Nicolas explained.
"Oh really? the FBI? Why does this sound like a familiar movie you played in?" I put my hands on my hip and gave him the eyebrow, "And what about my phone, eh? You going to pay for that?"
Nicolas broke a sweat, "Oh, well, i understand it does, why don't we go together? I'll buy you lunch afterward, and even give you my autograph if you want."
"Really? In your car? You and I?" I thought for a moment and gave the body a look and my stomach clinched, "Where did this scene happen anyway? I don't suppose you have proof. Did this actually happen? Is someone pulling a prank on me?" I looked around nervously.
"No. No its real. It happened in my hotel room about 4 hours ago. I'm booked for an appearance at the mall in which i have to be at in 2 hours, oh man, why did you have to bump into me?"
"Me? I'm not the one carrying a dead body in my car, none the less, i don't even have a nice car. I'm not even suppose to be driving this piece of dump!" I gestured to my car while pointing one finger up at the guy. Favorite actor or not.

Nicolas used both his hands and pushed my hand out of his face slowly and looked in my eyes in all seriousness, "Miss, you're being ridiculous. and Hm? you're not suppose to be driving? Say, what would happen if you had called the police on me? wouldn't you get in trouble not me?" Nicolas smirked knowingly.
My left eye twitched and my palms started to sweat, "What are you saying..."
"I'm saying, get in my fender-bender and lets go before we attract the police!" Irritated he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the passenger side of his shiny black car, opened the door and pushed me inside and before i could object slammed the door in my face.
"Now, buckle up and don't say a word." Nicolas said, "I don't want to hear anything more about the body or where were going."
"But what about my car?! You do know that someone is going to find it and trace it back to my folks! Just what kind of actor are you?! You're an evil maniacal man, I can't believe i even liked your movies! Horrible!" I crossed my arms and huffed, "That dead guy should have killed you."
Nicolas started the car and full speed ahead, I forgot to buckle my seat belt and felt myself jolt forward and hit my head on the dashboard, "Hey!" and then "ouch!" Only made the actor laugh at my pain and say, "told you to buckle in."
"No you said, 'buckle up' but I'll have you know that buckling up is impossible." I huffed again hooking my seat belt in its guard safely.
"Ha-ha! most people in these situations would just nod, obey and go with the flow, why can't you do that? I don't even know your name!" Nicolas ran his cool hand through his handsome acting hair as he drove.
After some silence, I sighed and gave in, "Fine, its -" I spoke my name but over the sound of the passing semis and traffic sounds, he didn't hear me.
"I said i don't even know your name!" Nicolas yelled at me over the noise.
"I just told you, it's-" The semis passed again over the sound of my name.
When we parked I blurted out, " It's Casey!" but there were no loud passing cars or buses and I just yelled in a famous actor's face.
Embarrassed I sunk in my seat, "Sorry." I mumbled.
"Your face is red. are you okay? you're not sick are ya?" he smiled his award winning smile and shut off the engine. "We're here."
I peaked out the window and squinted my eyes at the unbelievably tall building that matched the color of his fender bender. While my mind kept fluttering back to my family and my boyfriend and all the life i had before this moment, the passenger opened and Nicolas Cage grabbed my hand and jerked me out of the vehicle.
"Where are we?"
"Are you blind? were at the undercover agency like i said." Nicolas Cage answered walking to the back of his car realizing he forgot to shut the trunk before we left and noticed the body wasn't there.
"Oh, my god, the dead guy is gone!" I exclaim with shock.
"Naw, he's actually invisible!" Nicolas slams his trunk shut, "They are not going to be happy. Not one bit."
"We're going to jail. Oh man what was i thinking?! I could have had it all! My family loved me, my boyfriend loved me, my cat was a pain in the pooper! Oh, Adele is just right all the time with these things!" I actually started to cry.
"Bailey..." Nicolas said.
"No, no! you don't have to say, we're already done for."
"Casey look out!"
I turned around swiftly but it was already too late, Mister dead guy, the zombie, had me in his grasp and tore open my head.

The next morning, I woke up, sweating like wet grass, What a terrible, terrible dream. If only that dead guy had offered me doughnuts for breakfast instead of eating me alive. Alas, I realized i was in a hospital bed and Brandon, my boyfriend, that sweet, good looking blond was holding my hand and instantly asking me how i was feeling. Well, Geez, if only i felt like a bazillion bucks right about now...