City of Saints (ON PAUSE)

Part 8

The fog had cleared and the streets were back to normal. Must've been nothing. Now that me and Tyler are living together, we can safely have each other's numbers saved to our touchpads. We didn't have them saved earlier because the government can see our saved numbers. Two people having each other's number that also go missing from their apartments at night? Suspicious. For now we're safe from suspicion. Ned is standing next to his food bowl, pawing at the empty bowl. "Damnit. Hey Ty? we forgot to go to the store yesterday." I shout to his bedroom. "Shoot, you're right. We'll go before later." He says. I look out the window and down to the streets. "Tonight's the night, huh." I pick up Ned and sit on the couch. "Yeah, let's hope it goes fine." Ty says as he walks into the living room in only his pj pants. "Really? Checkers?" I point at his pants. "Hey! They're comfy!" He seemed to defend those pants with his life.
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After the morning sun peeked over the buildings we headed to the market. "So we're here for cat food, litter, and nothing else. Correct?" Ty is reading off the list. "And guns." I scribble onto the list. "NO! We would need to go to a gun range to do that." He grabs the list and scratches out my guns option. "Can we go to the range? I want a hand gun." I poke at Tyler's side. "Fine." He rolls his eyes in a playful way. The grocery store is weirdly empty. It is the middle of the week so I guess it's not that strange. Did you know that grocery stores have subliminal messaging in the music they play? Also, there's this book series I used to read about these stuffed animals who came to life and the main character (a stuffed elephant) thought subliminal messaging was called "submarine" messages so that was the joke in the whole series. Anyway! Tyler was told to carry the food and I was told to carry the litter. "I would take you to the range now but our hands are kinda full." Ty says. "No, really?" I almost drop the litter but I grab it fast enough. "Are you sure you're even coordinated enough to hold a gun?" Ty asks. "Yes! Probably..".
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The litter and cat food get dropped off at the house and we go to the gun range. The worker asks to see our ID's and SS. Tyler is of age to wield a gun, but I ain't. "Are you aware that guns are weapons and not toys?" The worker asks. "Yes, yes, yes, and yes. I researched before this, I promise." Ty answers. The worker takes us to the range and shows us an arrangement of guns and semi-autos. I. Want. Every. Single. GUN! Ty picks out a pale pink hand gun. "I'm naming you... Shaniqua!" (That's the most unserious name for a gun.). Ty has to go through a PLETHERA of instructions and crash tests. After that schpewl, we head home. As soon as we walk through the door, he hands me the gun.
HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!