The Power of Us (Scömíche)

Chapter 13 - Sorry

I woke up to a warm bed Scott still laying behind me, arm around my torso. I smiled, carefully slipping out of beed, not to wake him.

I started making breakfast, because we have our mission today.

Robbery.

Kirstie had a pretty good plan, but it doesn't make it any easier. I had a feeling every mission would be like this, and statistically speaking someone will get hurt eventually.

I just hope it isn't Scott.

I snapped out of my head when I heard the bacon sizzle, and turned it over, quieting it down.

I jumped when I felt arms around my waist, about to elbow him in the stomach, when I saw Scott's blond locks. "Don't do that to me, do you want to get hit?" I asked.

He chuckled, "I'd rather not, but as long as it's you."

I smiled. "So... You're nervous." It wasn't a question. I didn't expect him to ask one, but I knew he'd ask somehow.

I nodded, flipping the bacon once more, to place it on the plate. He let go of my waist as I got the tortillas out of the fridge. I went back over to the scrambled eggs, spliting it in half, putting half on one tortilla, half on the other one.

I finished preparing them, turning around to give it to him, but stopped at his expression. It was annoyed.

"What did I do?"

He just looked at me, not answering. I got angry and sad all at once. He felt disappointed. In me.

I put the plates down on the table heading to the bathroom. I just put the seat down and sat on it.

Shit. I did something bad.

And I don't even know what.

"Mitch." He spoke through the door. "Yeah?" I barely got it out of my mouth, my throat dry. "Come eat your breakfast, we have to go soon." It was soft, but cold.

He felt annoyed.

Because of me.

I wiped the tears I finally realized were on my face, getting up, taking the extra water out of my eyes.

I opened the door, heading to kitchen, sitting down to eat my cold burrito.

"You okay?" He questioned, not really seeming to care.

"Sure."

I mean he really didn't seem to want to know whether or not I was fine, so might as well make him feel better...

Sometimes I wish that I wasn't always trying to make him happy, because... sometimes he doesn't even care. That's a lie, he cares, he just... can be so oblivious.

"Alright, let's go." We walked put of the house, me locking the door as we went to the location.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

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We arrived ahead of schedule getting into place, I signed in, as I was at the counter he was supposed to steal from. I walked to the counter helping the first customer.

I was so glad to have Kirstie in my ear, because she just told me how to help them.

After all, they were real customers to the bank.

I was just finished helping a customer when I saw the target walk in. I eyed him. He was much smaller in person, but to me it made him seem more lethal.