Belle left a few hours ago, leaving me home alone so I did what I usually did: Strip down to my boxers, get weird, watch anime if not blast Kid Cudi on my speaker.
Things were relatively chill until I heard a ding from my phone. *New message* "Gonna be home late".
I put my phone back down and start the next episode but I was disturbed AGAIN this time someone banged on the door.
Hoping out of my bed into some pants to the door as fast I could.
"Yō, you Pete?".
"Um...who's Askin?". At the door was a 6-foot guy with a bearded and a deep voice sporting a Lost Boys jacket.
"Look, I got orders to pick up someone named Pete from this address".
'Alright, I'm him, Wassup?". After the raid, I'm not taking any chances by keeping the chain lock on the door as we talked with a knife in my hand.
"Get dressed and meet me in the car, Ight? You got a bear to deliver messenger-boy and leave your jacket here...also, can I use your bathroom real quick?".
'Yeah sure". Unlocking the door and sliding the blade into my palm, letting him in and direct him forward to the bathroom.
As I went back to my room to get dressed, I saw another text from Nate saying to wear all black.
"Aye yo! Pete!". A shout from the bathroom fills the house with his head peeking out the door.
"Wassup?" I replied.
"Yo, sorry to bother you but where do you keep your toilet paper?".
"Under the sink and you're good but I'll be on the couch when you're ready".
"Alright, good looks". The big head disappeared back into the restroom as I pocket Nate's switch that he asked me to take with me for whatever reason.
Moments later, I lock up the house and get into the Lost Boy's sleek blue car.
We drove around for about 15 maybe 30 minutes then stopped in front of a shady house that looked like it was days away from coming down on itself.
I sat in the car for a little bit, flooding the vibes with silence while he was on his phone.
"Alright look, imma keep this as straightforward as possible, from now on we're 'best friends' and I'll treat you like family. With that being said I'm responsible for you.".
"Yes sir, but what's your name though?".
"Wait, did not tell you that?". I shake my head no. "Oh, my fault, I'm Manuel but you can call me Man-Man".
"Can I call you Manny?".
"...sure, anyways, all you gotta do is: Go in and talk to a guy with a teardrop tattoo named Crazy eyes, don't say nothin' you don't need to. Man's weird so keep that in mind...he's gonna give you a bag, make sure it's 18 stacks in total- no more no less, ight?".
I nodded my head as he continued and was surprised that he was talking like he genuinely cared about me.
"I gotta handle somethin' a block away from here so you'll have to wait a few. He's a germaphobe so take this face mask, I'll be back soon so text me when you're done".
Before I got out, he tapped my phone with his, adding his contact info to mine.
Stepping to the house felt like I was more likely to get blasted if not robbed with every step I took.
A muffled yell of "Who is it?!" came from the other side of the door after a loud knock followed by the sound of multiple locks being undone and a chubby guy that matched Manny's description to a tee.
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Pannel & Hook
Mystery / ThrillerPete always came as a package deal with his older brother Nathan...for better or for worse. In a city filled with drugs, sex and a sprinkle of violence I suppose there's nothing else to say but Welcome to Neverland. Can Pete keep his normal life and...
