beach city mystery ☼ stevie&andy blitz

"Ow, ow, ow, fuckin' hell, I swear, I'm suing your ass for a million dollars,"

"You'll have to catch me first!"

"You can't out run me Stevie, we both have short legs!"

I wouldn't even have to deal with this if Priscilla would just actually trust me. Of course, when has she ever thought about that, only person who can handle anything in that fat head a her's is herself and G, you think with a forehead like that she'd leave a little room to even consider how I feel. I slam the screen door behind me to the shack, practically skipping on the hot summer pavement chasing after Stevie's twink ass. She waves my shoes over her head like a prize but honestly I could care less, hell, if I didn't swear on my life that I'd watch her then I would've probably let her eat the shoes anyways.

I'd kill to be asleep right now instead.

Besides, she'll get tired eventually right? Isn't that what they say to do with kids? Or is that dogs, I don't know, like if they get outside you're supposed to just wait for them to find their way back. I think that's kids, I mean, sounds like solid advice. My toes sink in the warmth of the sand, practically dragging dis phat ass down into the depths. Stevie's laughing while I chase her and I can't help but to cackle too kicking up sand behind me.

"Sandalattack-" my first flip flop slapping me in the face and I grunt, picking it up and chasing Stevie.

Whatever, that peacekeeper mission was probably lameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee anyways

The two of us cross into the damp part of the shore, careful not to step on seashells, breathing heavy to keep pace with her -- "get back here, Stevie!"

"Okay."

Oh. She points at a hole in the side of the cliff, "look at this cool cave!" Ugh.

"It's whatever," I finally catch up enough to slap her arm with the sandal.

"This cave is like, okay at best. I guess."

I'd so rather be asleep right now.