on the regular! { draco/rasmus }

"Shut up, Krieg!"

It's so much hard to get away with being badasses when your friend's little brother never shuts the hell up. Pardon my french but "damn dude," I push him to the ground before stuffing the cigarettes in my pocket. We don't have a name or anything, which is great, since some people don't know how to keep their mouths shut. 

Baaaaaaasically, Krieg, Tod and I were doing our usual smoke trades, planting the carton on Krieg while Tod and I checked out packs of gum, it's a slick job. We're smart, and badass! What can I say, but anyways once we got out the door, Krieg started panicking and crying and all that baby shit, pissing his pants that he stole something- he's new to this but when did twelve year olds get so annoying? Ugh.

Anyways, he's walking home. 

We split up, the cashier chased Tod for a few feet and the other two of us going our own way (safety measures y'know) until I left him there. The smokes box jiggling in my pocket as I take off on my bike, Krieg shouting something whatever, I need to think of a cool group name so I can kick him out of it. 

But it's whatever, I'm used to leaving these assholes behind, and I usually just take the same bicycle route, converse on rubber pedals, same trees, same dust, same disappointment- whatever. But it's different this time -- mostly because there's a hot girl. 

And I stop my bike immediately, breaking on the path to a farm house, short brown hair, I don't really understand how to start conversations -- I start dashing, running up to the fence like hell broke loose, "HEY," time for theatrics. 

"HELP-"

I keep looking over my shoulder, sweat on my temple- I should've roughed my look up damn. A ripped sleeve, that would've been smart, oh well, I slam my hand against the fence, climbing and jumping- falling onto the otherside. 

[ dab ]