Can A Thief Love?

Hiya! I'm back! Anyway, I figure I bored you before so I'm not gunna talk and I'm just gunna go onto the story.

Chappie 1 (haha chappie, no? K fine)

(Samantha's POV)

"Black! Get your thief butt back here this instance!" The fat, donut eating cop yells from behind me as I run down the road. Without looking behind me, I reply with, "Now, why would I do that?" I can hear him go, "Arggggg!" From all the way up here. Which is about fifteen, no twenty, no twenty five feet ahead of him. I pass the shop of mirrors and see that fatty mc fat fat is no where near me. So, I slide into some dark alley and wave my way into the maze.

I pop out of the alley about twenty minutes later. Not even out of breath. Heck, my heart isn't even beating that fast. I walk across the street and around the abandoned factory that I like to call home. I crawl through the busted window and make my way over to the battered up couch in my make-shift living room.

I pull out a sandwich wrapped in Subway paper. I look around the room before back to my lunch. I shake my head with a 'Really dude? You made me run that distance just for a sandwich?' Look on my face. Heck, the lady I took the sandwich from obviously didn't need it. She was even bigger than the cop. And that's saying something.

I shrug my shoulders and happily eat the sandwich. Once in finished, I put the trash in my grocery bag and make my way up the stairs where my for-now bedroom was. I jerk on the door for a second before it opens. I slowly walk over to my mattress on the floor and take off my clothes. I quickly slip into the only pair of pajamas I have before I settle myself into the wanna be blanket that covers my mattress.

Five minutes later and I'm fast asleep.

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(Brandon's POV)

"Come on dude, it's only going to take a second. First, we climb in through the window, then we got to her room, snap a picture of her,and then we leave. It's simple!" Says one of my best friends, Tom. I roll my eyes at him but nod my head anyway.

We're planing on going into the factory that 'she' supposedly lives in. Who is 'she'? Well, the one and only Samantha Black. She one of the main thieves in town and according to Tom, is one of the hottest girls in the whole state of California.

He's the only one who's actually seen her face to face. And that was only because she stole his wallet. Anyway, Tom said that if we get proof of her being with us, like a photo or something, everyone will believe that we're her friends. In other words, making us even more popular.

I'm not trying to brag, but we are already pretty popular so I don't see how this is going to change. But, I think it's not the fact that he's trying to get lore popular, I'm thinking that Tom likes her. You know, the 'like' 'like' her. Gosh , I sound like a first grader when I said that. Oh well, at least you understand what I was talking about. If not, then just play along.

Anyway, it's around 4:25 in the morning and we're just now going into the factory. And for some odd reason, I have this feeling in my stomach that something is not right. "Come in, this way!" I silently follow Tom as he makes his way up the old, rusty stairs. Once we reach the next floor, ton goes over to the only door that is hit and silently opens it.

We wait a few seconds before barging in and Tom takes a picture of the mattress in the far right corner. Only to be taking a picture of an empty bed. Then, suddenly, the door closes behind us. We both turn around only to be face to face with the raven haired thief herself.

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A/N

Hiya! So, how was it? Cliff hangers, ya I hate them too. The only reason I did that one was because I have a feeling that I'm going to fall asleep soon so, yup.

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