Escape With Me- 18+

Chapter 5

For the rest of the day, we just hung out at the park. We smoked weed, ate junk food, and smoked some more. We were having a blast, minding our own business when an officer caught us.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The cop hollered. He was bald, white, and seemingly wider than he was tall.

"Run," Ricardo yelled, but we were already doing so.

The cop was way faster than I expected. He was actually gaining up on us until he tripped over a rock. But we still kept running. Once we were 100% sure that we lost him, we stopped running. I was now out of breath. I turned to look at Ricardo, who was perfectly fine.

"How'd you-"

"Practice," Ricardo replied. "Lots and lots of practice."

And even though we almost got caught, I felt exhilarated. I felt electrified. I felt free.

After the close encounter, I snuck into my house and stole John's secret stash of weed that he keeps under his bed. We then took a trip to the gas station to load up on snacks. We had to make up for the shit that we left behind.

Ricardo stole dill pickle chips, Hershey chocolate bars, and skittles. I paid for my stuff to avoid suspicion with money found under my mother's mattress.

"Why'd you have to steal? I have enough money to pay for the both of us."

"They taste better stolen" Ricardo replied. I let out a chuckle as I shook my head.

"No, I'm serious. Give me a bite of chocolate. Yours or mine. I'll tell you if it was stolen or not.

"Okay," I said. "Let me prove you wrong." Once Ricardo was facing the opposite direction I broke off a piece of my chocolate bar and handed it to him.

"Definitely paid for."

"That was a coincidence." I declared

"Hand me another one then." And sure enough, he was able to guess that it was stolen. He then correctly guessed until both chocolate bars were gone. And despite how spot-on he was, I still remained doubtful.

Pretty soon after, Ricardo rolled a joint, lit it, and we took turns smoking it

I was already high as fuck but I still wanted more. I loved the sensation it gave me. I wish I could always feel that way.

"How are you feeling?" Ricardo asked with a grin.

"Hungry," I replied

"But you just ate all that shit."

"I didn't eat shit. I ate food." There was a second of silence before we broke into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

"How'd you know which chocolate bar was which?" I asked, dying to know his secret."

"I marked the bottom of mine with my fingernails." And once again, Ricardo and I were laughing.