Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

12. Gun Shopping!

We drove for about six hours before pulling over into an abandoned parking lot to stretch out and relax for a bit. As I step out of the car I fix my pants so it won't be tight on my tattoo. Dylan walks around the car and leans on it next to me. I think this was a mistake... We have no place to go to... We're just driving around.... Where the hell are we even going? We're on the news so we'll never be able to actually settle somewhere, unless we get enough money to move to the other side of earth. We should've stayed in that place and tried our best to be as normal as possible so we would have had a chance to be set free from that horrid place. No, I don't think I would last that long anyways. I wonder how Rylie is, I hope she didn't get the electro shock therapy, if they still do that. Oh god, imagine if they did, that would be insane. Would that really work? Does that even work? I hope that didn't happened to her.
I wonder if Jace got caught yet. I wonder what he is doing right now if he didn't get caught, he's probably just relaxing, drinking a Bud Lite, that's his favorite beer. I wonder if they really did get caught that they would be in that all white room with that jacket that straps around their torso so they couldn't hurt themselves or others and they'd just sit there slowly going insane, overly thinking about every little thing as they rock back and forth while they begin to hear voices that are in their heads but they think that it's the walls talking to them. That would be so sad. Why am I thinking about this? I started off with probably regretting this decision to what might have happened to Rylie and Jace.

What would happen to us when we lose this money we have? Ten thousand dollars isn't going to last for a life time. We'll starve and run out of gas. We'll also stink because we won't be able to find a place to take a shower. This is so frustrating. Maybe we could rob people. That's funny, a couple robbing people like....
"Oh my god!" I yell causing Dylan to jump. He stares at me, waiting for me to say something. "We should buy guns." I blurt out. "What?" he says, obviously confused. "Think about it, we're already wanted, probably more than before because of that whole thing at the supermarket so might as well get guns and rob people since this money won't last forever." I explain. "Okay, now you're losing it." Dylan says, giving a fake laugh. "No I'm not, Dyl Pickle. Just think about it." I say and he nods. I stare at him as I wait. He looks at me and says "You want me to think about it now?" "Yes!" I yell and he does. "You're right." he finally says. "Awesome.... Wait, do you know how to use a gun?" I ask. "Of course." he replies. "Good, cause I don't." I say before getting in the car.
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We drive for about two hours before we spot a gun shop. We quickly get off and go into the shop. "What kind of gun do you want?" Dylan asks. "Glock 26." I smile. "How do you know which one that is but you don't know how to use one?" he smirks. "Because that's the gun that Black Widow uses and she's my favorite." I smile. "Of course." he says as he shakes his head and smiles.
We walk up to where the register as I look around. Right behind us was the gun that I want. Nobody was at the register, there was a sign that said "Be back in five."
"Okay, here's the plan." Dylan whispers to me. "I'll distract the worker while you take the guns and bullets and put them in your bag." he continued. "Wait, we're stealing it?" I ask. "Yeah, I never got my permit to own a gun." he says. I groan as a guy walks out. He eyes me up and down before smirking at me. "I think I should be the one to distract him." I say as I smirk at Dylan. "Huh?" he says before he looks at the guy. "No, hell no. If he touches you.." "He won't, I'll make sure of it." I interrupt him. He contemplates about it before finally agreeing.
I pull my shirt down a bit to show more cleavage and walk up to the guy. I smile as I lean on the countertop. He was kind of cute. He looked like a scene version of Ansel Elgort. He smirked at me as he folded his arms on his chest and sneaked a peak at my cleavage. "How can I help you gorgeous?" he asks. I giggle before looking into his eyes. He has beautiful hazel eyes. "I'm looking for a gun, but I'm not sure which one is right for me." I reply. "Lets see what I can find for a pretty lady like you." he says before turning around. I look back at Dylan and see him slip some bullets in his pockets. I turn back around to face the guy. "What's your name?" I ask. "Adam. What's yours?" he replies. "Kelly." I smile as he shows me a small pink gun. My smile immediately drops once I lay eyes on it. "This is The Charter Arms Pink Lady 38. Nice, right?" he says. "No, what do you think just because I'm a girl that I need a small gun? I know I can handle something better than that." I say with an attitude. "You're right, you're right." he says as he puts the gun back. I look back at Dylan and see him looking at other guns. What is he doing? "Follow me." Adam says as he begins to walk to the opposite direction of Dylan.
We end up at the other side of the store where there is a lot of guns. He grabs a gun that's all silver except for the handle which is black. "This is a 9mm Desert Eagle gun." he says. I admire it as he holds it out. "It's beautiful." I whisper. He chuckles before handing it to me. "You can hold it." he says. I grab it and was shocked at how heavy it is. "Wow." I mumble. "Do you like it?" he asks. "I love it. How much is it?" I ask. "Four hundred, but I'll make a little exception. For you, I'll add two cases of bullets." he smiles. "Oh my god! I'll take it!" I yell. He smiles and takes the gun as we walk back to the register. "I'll need to see your permit." he says. "Oh, right." I smile and open my bag to pretend to look for it. "Shit, I think I left at home." I mutter. "It's fine, this will be a secret between you and me." he winks and I smile. I give him the money and he give me the gun and bullets in a bag. As he does, Dylan walks up behind me. "Are you ready, babe?" he asks and Adam's face immediately changes to shock and confusion. "Yeah." I smile at Dylan. "Thanks." I say to Adam before we leave. We quickly run to the car and pull out of the parking lot.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" I yell. "Me neither. What gun did you get?" he asks. "A 9mm Desert Eagle." I smile. "Cool, that's the one I learned to use." he says. "Really?" I ask and he nods. I sit there as I smile the biggest smile. I quickly get up to give him a kiss. "We're awesome." I whisper against his lips before kissing him again.