get the fuck out || matt sturniolo

1 - one fucking earring.

„i'm so sick of this motherfucker" alexis states, clearly annoyed. she puts her phone down and sighs.

„wesley?" amanda asks, even though she knew that alexis, in fact, talks about wesley.
alexis nods. „he asks us to come over because we 'need to talk'".

„oh god..." amanda rolls her eyes „that doesn't sound too good" she stands up from her couch and heads to the door immediately.

"mandy", alexis stops her, "we have to change first." mandy looks down on her bright pink pyjama pants. "alright, meet you outside in five."

alexis digs out a box out of her closet, which contains only black baggy clothes, ski masks, gloves and, of course, guns. all black because that's the most inconspicuous, baggy so people only hardly can tell that they're girls.

after she changed into her ‚uniform', she puts a ski mask on her head that it looks just like a beanie, a pair of gloves and a gun in a back pack, which she puts on her front. over that, she wears a black zip hoodie. she wants to be prepared if wesley wants them to do shit, even though he said he just wants to talk.

you'll never know.

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as the to girls are walking down the streets, alexis is lost in her thoughts. her and mandy live in south los angeles in the same shitty apartment building, on the same floor, which is the reason that they met. alexis moved all alone about a year ago from georgia and they got along very quickly, which she is happy about because mandy is her one and only friend.

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throwback:

„do you want another one?" amanda points to alexis' empty coffee cup. „i'm good, thank you though!"

alexis entered amanda's apartment about 40 minutes ago. ever since then, amanda's phone rings every five minutes. she seems annoyed and slightly anxious at the same time about that, so alexis doesn't ask.

as the girls are sitting on the couch and chatting, getting to know each other better, alexis realizes that amanda's phone stopped ringing, but amanda doesn't stop checking it.

suddenly, the door slams open.

alexis' head turns quickly to the door, as she sees a big, scary looking guy. behind him appears another guy, wearing a suit and sunglasses, seems to be in his mid-fourtys."what the f-"

"mandy, mandy, mandy...", he slowly steps forward, "why the fuck don't you answer your god damn phone?!" he takes off his sunglasses, so the anger in his eyes becomes visible.

"i'm really sorry, i didn't want to be susp-", amanda doesn't get to finish her sentence.

"and you really think it would be less suspicious if i show up in your miserable apartment to tell you that you have a fucking job to do?"

"it won't happen again," amanda says quietly.
alexis just sits there. she doesn't know where to look, so she just looks on her knees. she doesn't know what the fuck is going on and who the fuck those dickheads are, but she surely knows that her friend is in trouble.

"of course it won't happen again." he walks around the small living room, massaging one side of his temples. "i need you to get someone. ridiculous guy, didn't pay for his shit in time. get him, bring him to my office. i'll text you the details. don't forget to delete the message afterwards."

now he stands in front of alexis, his arms are crossed, "what's your name?"

"alexis", she states confidently, now looking directly in his eyes. he takes a phone out of his pocket and throws it on the table, right in front of her. "that's for business", he explains. she slightly raises her eyebrow in confusion.
he raises his head, still looking at her.