Criminals

Chapter 5: The Town of Criminals.

          "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

          The string of loud curse words woke me up. As I opened my eyes Keanan had his hands pulled tight in his hair and was pacing the floor quickly.

          "Is something wrong?" I slowly sat up in bed glad to see that Keanan was doing ok. The room had a yellow and orange theme. It was quite beautiful right then even though I despised those two colors.

          "Yes! Yes, something is wrong! I'm locked inside my room with a girl! A girl!"

          I looked at him, jaw as unhinged as possible.

          "Cause that's not offensive." I folded my arms over the blanket I slept with. "Do you have something against girls?"

          "No!"

          "Wait....are you....gay?"

          "No! Why would you think that!" His face flushed red.

          "Was just making sure." I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

          Keanan lifted his leg up high behind him and kicked the bed as hard as he could. He didn't even muster an ow. He walked over to the door on the other side of the room, raised both arms, and started pounding on the door as if he were a child having a tantrum.

          "LET! US! OUT!" he pounded on the door even harder this time.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

          The door opened and Keanan fell to the ground in the hallway face first. I couldn't help but laugh. The big man looked down at Keanan and mouthed something like whoopsies at me and it just made me laugh harder.

          "Sorry Clip didn't think you were awake yet, but for some reason, my alarm clock sounded like a child yelling this morning. Wonder why."

          "Why'd you lock the door!" Keanan said as he got himself up off the floor and snatched the keys out of the big man's hand which was also enormously huge. It was the same man from last night as I had predicted. Keanan walked over to the desk which was in front of the bed he had slept on and grabbed an old crusty lanyard. He took the keys and hooked them to it then put it around his neck. He wouldn't look at the big man. He was probably still mad at him. I could see the man better in the morning light. He was tall, muscular, and had short brown hair with brown eyes and a very angular face.

          "Oh, ya um. Becca this is Pip. Pip this is Becca." Keanan still looked down at the floor as he walked out the door.

          "Well, let's get on with the tour shall we." He looked back at me, his smile making everything even better. We walked out the door and turned to the right with Keanan in the front leading the way. We walked into a hall full of doors for ten minutes. Doors and doors and doors. Lots of them. We finally had a change of scenery when we arrived at some stairs and an elevator to our left. Keanan opened the door to the stairs and began to descend down them.

          "What about the elevator?" I asked, pointing to the big sliding doors.

          "Oh. Um, those haven't worked for years." He started down the stairs again and Pip followed and I was after him in the line. We went down a couple of flights of stairs, two or three. We came to double doors and went through them. The rush of loud talking and chatting as if we were in a cafeteria. There were teens. Rows and rows of teens. Hundreds of them standing around just chatting. Some of them were at tables with nicknacks trying to sell them to other teens.