R O B B E R S

Let's Be Robbers

Robbers

347 days before all of these unimaginable things happened and came into my life, there's a certain love story of how I bumped into this frustrating, sarcastic but still handsome guy whose arms are around me tonight and whose breath I am thankful for. I am thankful, for he existed and somehow brought color in my black and white life.

My heart is throbbing. My breath is shaking. I couldn't think well. My legs are shaking. My head is filled with beads of sweat. It's 2:13 am; there is no possible way I could be sweating this hard, unless I'm doing something that could put me jail anytime soon.

Run fast, run fast... Rizzo's voice echoed through my mind. I can run fast. I've been running for years. I'm an athlete. Although I stopped for 2 years, I know I can still run. I hope I can still run. This whole thing is messing me up. I'm terrified but at the same time, I feel great and brave and just cool.

Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to them. But they're my new friends now. I just sort of, accepted them and what they do into my life, and in order to be a part of them, I have to be one of them. So here I am, doing my second attempt after being almost caught by the cops 3 years ago.

I slowly climb at the fence of their backyard, making sure there are no dogs that are in my size and can bark that could wake up the entire city. The house is dark. Melissa should be asleep by now. My dear ex best friend should be sleeping safe and sound. The thought of that traitor boiled my entire system.

Every step was precious. Every step counts. I am counting each step until I got to the back door. I pull out my lock pick I bought just yesterday. I have an old back at home, but I couldn't take risks. I've been practicing this thing and I get to use this every time I got home late. No one would notice me creeping in at 5 am in the morning, all drunk and wasted.

The balaclava I'm wearing was surely thick and it smelled quite awful. I breathe a little bit faster as I do the job and I hear a click, a click that surely confirmed that I am now 40% completed.

The door didn't make the creepy sound when it opened. I look inside before I turn my little flashlight on. There were no signs of humans, and so I light it up. I scan the place as I walk slowly. My black leggings and huge sweater was not my idea. I can feel the raspy fabric of the sweater in my skin as I make moves. I can't wait till I get out of this outfit. It sure is uncomfortable.

It was clear. No indications of an awaken person. I climb to the stairs and slide my way to Melissa's room. I had to make this faster. I just have to. This place is surrounded by other doors as well, so if anyone from the family feels like getting water or just wanting to tell me that there are cops outside waiting for me, I sure have to use my athletic skills in running in a second. I take my lock pick and attached it to the knob, but when I turn it, it creaked open. My eyes widen in shock because as Melissa's former best friend, I know that she's the kind of girl who would never ever forget to lock her door. Wait. Maybe she's still awake. Maybe she was just waiting for me to come in and prepare her evil laugh. Maybe I screwed up. I gulp and shake my head from all these whirling possibilities of my death. I peek a little, but it is dark. I can now see her face looking towards my direction, her little smile waiting for me.

I slowly and surely push the door forward, keeping my breath low and inserted 1/4 of my head to see if she is awake. She's not. She's asleep. She's even snoring. I let out a breath of relief, and pushed the door even further. I let out my right hand which was holding the flashlight. I direct the light to the door just in front of me, just a few steps away from my success. I walked as slowly as I could, as quiet and possible, my heart beat getting faster and faster. I grab the knob and hurriedly turned it open as I slide myself inside like a ninja, or probably faster than a ninja. I turn my back around quickly and close the door. I sigh. I sigh even deeper, as I feel my lips forming into a smile. I made it. I just made it. I chuckle, but then something interrupted my happiness when I feel something pulling my face and covering my mouth and nose. A robber taking advantage of another robber? How odd is that? And why would someone do this? I won't shout. I'm a thief. Thieves are trained to keep their mouth shut in whatever cases. But still this stupid human being managed to cover my face. My adrenaline rush was pumping as I try to take the hand off my mouth and my other hand attacking the body. I could hear a manly grunt. So this is a man.

I twirled his hand around my neck, causing him to become motionless because I have his other arm twisted. I could hear his wince as I took a look at this man's face, well this man's half face, because the other half was covered with a dark red handkerchief. I stare at him as I continue twisting his hand slowly, his face clenched.

"Who are you?" I whisper to him. He is attractive, I won't deny that. He has curls and his eyes are dark brown.

"Let me go." He answered, surrounding the room with his accent. He must be British. Or Australian. I turn his hand even more, making him grunt.

"Shh, shh, shut up!" I whisper in a rough way.

"If you won't let me go, I'll shout, and the both of us will be brought to jail for trespassing a teenager's bathroom." His muffled voice scared me. I can hear it all over the room. This British guy is blackmailing me. After all my efforts, I can't afford getting caught with just a guy with curls. I let his hand free without second thoughts, prepared of any attacks he might strike. Surprisingly, there were none.

He touches his skinny yet muscle-y arms, slowly massaging it to comfort.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"It's nice to finally meet you Denise." He smirks and it confused me how he knew my name.

"George." He answered without looking at me. "I'm George."

"George. Okay. Why do you know my name?" I asked.

"Before I answer your question, I am quite aware that Melissa could wake up and enter this humble abode of hers."

"And I'm quite aware that I have the doors locked." I said seriously.

"I got it all." He showed me a bag of all the stuff I was assigned to steal. What was I stealing? Drugs.

"How, why, that's supposed to be my job!" My voice wants to shout but instead I am forced to whisper.

"But I got here first." He smirks again, this time he is looking at my eyes and I try my best not to smile. He looks so good, to be honest. But I'm supposed to be angry.

"Give me that bag, or I'll, I'll, kick your balls!" That was ridiculous. But what was more ridiculous was the fact that we both heard the door knob move and we are still here arguing. We both stopped breathing and a wave of panic just went up from my head, down to my feet.

Run, run, run, that is my option.

Fuck this.

My panic rose as I could feel him holding my hand, glove by glove. I looked up at him.

Fuck this as well.

"Let's be robbers together." He said while putting on a small smile as my mind swirled on what he meant by it.