Same thing but with ditch (it's only one) again, tell me what y'all think😭
I hum softly and brush a strand of hair behind my ear. I look down and continue counting the money in my hands. Me and a few other gang members had just got back from... robbing the elderly. My "companions" were off somewhere, joking and being rowdy. Normally id probably join in on the fun, but I've been so so caught up in my own head the past few days. After what feels like minutes upon minutes just mindlessly counting cash, I perk up as I hear a familiar voice. Its ditch. I sit up straight and look through the corner of my eye as he walk over to the other gang members that were messing around. Ditch grins and pats them on the back, questioning how they did and congratulating them. I watched silently, staring at him intently as I feel my heart start to flutter a little. I've never had too many conversations with ditch, probably since I'm not very high up in the "ranks". even though I've been in his gang for so long... Its not that big of a deal I suppose, just means I don't have to face him often. I honestly dont know if I could- I might pass out on the spot-
Suddenly, my eyes widen when I realize ditch is standing right in front of me. I didn't even notice him walk over, I was so stuck in my own thoughts. I quickly adjust my posture and meet his gaze, I can feel my heart start to pump a little faster. Ditch sets his hands on his hips with a nonchalant expression, but he still looked as cocky as ever.
"Heyyy, reader, was it? Good job, good job, on today. I just wanted to come tell you id like you to meet at my... "Office" later, alright? Got something important I gotta tell you. Anyway, I gotta go, I have some important business to work on. See ya later, pipsqueak."
Ditch gives me a dismissive wave before walking off, not leaving any explanation.
My mind suddenly races with thoughts, more so than it already had been. I sit there, confused outta my mind. Also, pipsqueak? What, I've got at least 4 or 6 inches on him. Wait- waitwaitwait did he just tell me he wanted to speak with me later? In his office? Well... Its technically not an office... Its more like- wait, what does he need to tell me? Did I do something wrong? Am I getting kicked out?
I sit on the couch, frozen up as I wrack my brain over what happened. After a few moments I glance around and noticed everyone had left the room I was in. I pause then let out a groan and lean back, rubbing my face with my hands.
