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I woke up to the strong smell of coffee, so strong that I could taste it. I rolled off the king sized bed I shared with my boyfriend, Alex Foster. Alex and I have been dating since our sophomore year of high school, and we are now 18 year old graduates of high school . After getting off the bed I went into our bathroom and looked in the mirror. My black, wavy hair was messy, like I had unknown creatures living in it. My bright grey eyes were smudged with makeup, and the bags underneath my eyes were dark. I really had a long night yesterday, I couldn't really sleep. I could not stop thinking about our next big heist. Alex said that he was doing all the planning, and that I would know about it the day before. As, shall I say, a hobby, Alex and I steal expensive cars and sell them. We need the money since we don't have jobs, and lets just say that we get paid a tidy sum. As I walked through our penthouse, I stopped in the living room to look at the amazing view of Albany, New York. The huge skyscrapers and tall buildings, the parks and recreation, the architecture, and let's not forget the beauty of the Hudson river. It was a stunning view. But what's even better is the way it looks at night. It's brilliant with lights everywhere, and looks like an angel had shed light on the darkness but was only about to light a certain amount. It was the perfect balance between light and darkness.
When I finished indulging in the lovely view, I went into the kitchen was hit with a stronger wave of coffee, and said,
''Ahhhh, coffee."
''Good morning to you too, Nicole Pierce,'' replied Alex.
I was in need of some really strong coffee at the moment because I couldn't really process anything, so I poured myself a black, steaming cup of coffee. It burned my tongue and throat on its way down, which caused my eyes to tear. I swore in pain. But after draining my cup, I felt more awake and more like myself. I decided to ask Alex about our big plan on the upcoming heist.
''So, Alex about our heist...''
''I'll tell you tonight as we prepare for it. But I have to tell you... We are going to be stealing the most expensive car in Albany!'' Alex cut in excitedly.
''WHAT!?'' He was saying that like its a good thing! We don't go after the most expensive cars for a reason. Any smart person would know that you don't always leave alive with those types of cars. My dad has one of the most expensive cars and believe me when I tell you his car is heavily guarded.
Alex interrupted my thoughts, saying, '' I know what you're thinking but we can do it! You are going to be happy when I tell you who we are going after."
''Really?'' I snap, ''because I highly doubt that.'' Is he nuts?
"Come on, please'' Alex begged.
''Fine,'' I sighed. ' But I do feel bad for whoever's car we are going to steal.''
''I don't,'' Alex responded confidently.
Around four o'clock Alex finally called me on my cell phone to tell me he will be home in an hour to share the details of the plan. To pass time, I decided to watch some a show on television. An hour must have passed because I hear a knock on the door. When I opened the door, Alex was standing there with a file of papers.
''Ready to hear about the awesome plan I came up with?'' Alex says breathlessly, his black hair flopping around and his sky blue eyes full of excitement..
I think his excitement is rubbing off on me because I say,''Lets get to it!'', with just as much eagerness. I have been waiting to hear about this plan all day.
These are the usual rules that Alex and I follow when stealing a car:
1. Bump against the car to make sure there is no alarm. But if there is one look for the exposed wiring to deactivate it.
