A Couple

Sunshine Rim

It was the biggest bank in Orlando, Florida. The sunshine Rim Bank, home of millions of dollars that belong to me. I looked over at Cameron, who was driving the car, "Let's rob that one."

It seemed like he was in for the plan because last night he didn't deny the idea. In fact it almost seemed like he wanted to do it more than me. I looked to the back seat only to see the masked we had cut out last night lying there. I worried if I cut the holes for the face big enough so we could see and breathe.

We pulled into the parking lot and sat there for a minute, "You sure you want to do this?"

I looked at him with a bit of regret on my face, and I wanted to say no, but I couldn't for some reason I just couldn't care. I was dying, and this was the way I wanted to have fun. So instead of answering verbally I climbed in the back seat and grabbed one of the guns from the trunk.

We had stole the guns rom my grandfathers house. He has ben in the hospital for years now and nobody besides my mom takes care of the house. Even then my mother doesn't go in the attack, which is here the guns are held. My grandfather would buy guns all the time, he never used them, he was just freaky about protection. How be bought them, we will never know, because some look illegal.

We had a total of six different guns, none of which I knew the name of, but some were automatic and some were not. I picked up one of the automatic guns and slid a mask over my face. The gun was way bigger than both of my hands put together and I think that was the reason I liked it.

I then tossed Cameron his mask, "Which gun you want babe?"

"Surprise me honey."

"This one looks promising." I had a wide grin on my face.

I grabbed the biggest gun out of all we had in the car. I was loading mine until I saw that Cameron was laughing at me, "What?" I said.

"You look cute." He smiled.

Just then with our masked on and our guns in our hands, I jumped to the front seat and took a deep breath. I went into the glove box and gout our money bags out. I thought duffle bags would be able to hold enough money. We then gave each other a kiss and proceeded to get out of the car. I didn't want to mention anything as I was getting out but my stomach had dropped through the core of the earth. I was so nervous but if I showed the slightest signs of fear, I know Cameron is going to snatch me up and put me back in the car. I didn't want our plans to be called off so I just hid my emotions.

There was no people around outside the banks so luckily it was clear and nobody called the police. I have no idea what came over my body but once I walked through those bank doors, my entire personality went from, desperate kid with cancer, to, emotionless rage.

"GIVE ME ALL YOUR FUCKING MONEY!" My voice was louder than it had ever been before.

Apparently the guards reacted fast but Cameron was faster. He shot every last one that tried to come near me and locked all of the doors. All I could hear in those moments were the gun shots. They were loud and gave me all the adrenaline I needed to succeed. Once we had all the guards down Cameron let loose, "GET ON THE GROUND!"

I stepped up with my gun, "SLIDE ALL YOUR CELL PHONES TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM!"

As all the innocent people did so I ran over to the counter and began to yell at the person on the other side. I forgot they had gotten down on the ground, so I used this time to look for a safe and I couldn't see on until I looked all the way back into the back.

I was barley visible but it wasn't sliding past my attention. Just as I was about to yell I head a loud crunching sound behind me. I turned around and saw Cameron Jumping on all the hostages phones. Little scraps of smartphones and Bluetooth ear pieces flew in every direction around him.

"GIVE ALL THE MONEY YOU HAVE!" I continued to scream at everyone behind the counter.

All of the bank tellers then stood up and began opening all their registers. I slammed my duffle bag on the counter and began stuffing all the money I saw in it. The sight was over whelming, I had never seen this much money in my entire life.

My bag ended up being stuffed so full I could barley close it. As I was trying to zip it up one of the hostages off the ground got up and ran at me screaming, "STOP!"

My instincts then kicked in and I immediately shot him right in the chest. I heard a lot of people on the ground scream. I've never felt this much bliss before. My body was tingling as I watched the blood from the bullet whole spill everywhere. The crazy part about it is I didn't care not one bit.

I decided to not go for the safe because I hear sirens outside, Cameron we have to go!"

I was shouting at him across the bank but he didn't care. I was on his way over to the tellers, "SOMEONE OPEN THIS DAMN SAFE!" He was off screaming again.

"CAMERON WE HAVE TO GO!" I saw police lights flashing about a mile away.

"SHUT UP!" He screamed at me.

I watched as one of the scared bank managers ran over to the safe and put in the code. It was a suspenseful few seconds until we heard a click. Cameron did not hold back from stuffing his bag full of wads of cash. That literally had to be millions.

Once we saw the police cars pull up to the bank Cameron finally got the picture and zipped up his bag. We debated going out of the font but there were already police there banging at the locked door. They were threatening to shoot and we had no time left to get anymore money.

"The back! The back!" Cameron loudly whispered into my ears as he took my hand.

We then made our way behind the bank counter and on the floor. As we were crawling we hear the big glass windows up front implode. Glass got everywhere and even reached to where we were. We began to crawl faster until we saw the back exit door.

Once we reached the door we quickly stood up and tugged out fat duffle bags through. Not to mention but the guns were also a pain in the ass because we only had so many hands, but we made it. Running for the car turned out to be a harder task than I though it would be. We had to bob and weave until we got to the parking lot.

"Where did we park?!" I whispered loudly to Cameron.

"Over there." He pointed all the way across the lot.

Just as we were about to run, there was a gunshot behind us, and I heard Cameron yell.

"Ah!" He tried to muffle his own scream to not draw attention.

I turned around only to witness my boyfriend had just been shot, "Oh my god!"

I ran directly for him ignoring the police officer yelling at me, "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

I ignored the tears coming out of my eyes and tried to drag Cameron all the way to the car. Damn was he heavy. I tried with all my might to get him as far as I could, and even then I had not gotten far.

"I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" The police officer fired three shots in my direction, none of which hit me.