Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 19

Patrick's POV

This deal wasn't different. It is something I have done at least five times now. But why did something feel so off? Why did I feel so nervous?

As I was shoved out of the building, I glanced at the address. A few blocks away, in the apartment complex nearby. Starting my walk, I kept my head down. The bag in my hand swung around, and I tightened my grip on it, praying no one would get suspicious.

I arrived at the apartment sooner than I expected, and I felt grateful for it. I would be able to take my time getting back to the building.

Apartment 4B... I thought to myself. The complex was actually quite nice, and there was a pool with little kids splashing around in it. Apartment 4B had flower pots outside, with roses flourishing. I was momentarily confused by the sight. Patrick, not all drug addicts are crazy, homeless people. They can have hobbies too. I reminded myself. Being with the gang has taught me to expect the unexpected. Very cliche, right?

I knocked on the door, going over what I was going to say in my head. It went a little something like this:

After I knocked on the door, it would swing open. A man would be standing there, looking dazed and squinting at the sunlight. His eyes would glaze over me and go straight for the bag. After recognizing the bag, he would look at me again.

"Two hundred." I would offer. The man probably will puff out his chest, and shake his head.

"One hundred." The man said. Both of us were keeping our voices low.

"Two fifty." I said. That is how I dealed. The more they disagreed, the higher my price would go. It was rude, but that is how I did it.

The man's eyes would go wide, and he would shake his head desperately. I could already see his fingers itching to grab the needles in the bag.

"No, no, no. Two hundred. Let's do that." I would shake my head, a slow smirk would grow on my face. If I could pull it off, it would look badass.

"Two fifty. Take it, or leave it. I have two other guys willing to pay three hundred for this." It was bullshit, but the man would be out of it enough to buy the lie. He would nod anxiously, and get the money. After giving me my money, I would hand him the drugs, and be on my way.

Easy enough, I have done it dozen of times.

"Uh... Sir?" A feminine voice broke me out of my thoughts. My face flushed as I noticed that a girl had opened the door. She looked like she was 16, maybe 17. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a bright pink skirt.

What was she doing here? My heart dropped as a thought struck me. These couldn't be her drugs, could it?

I looked at the girl intently while she reviewed me. I let out a silent breath when her eyes skimmed over the bag without recognition.

"Uh- Is your dad home?" I asked. The girl's head shot up. I instinctively pulled my hood down a bit more. "Miss?" I asked again.

"Oh, yeah, he is. Sorry. You just sounded like my idol." The girl said. I couldn't help it- I had to ask.

"Your idol?" The girl seemed to light up, but frowned at the same time.

"Yeah, Patrick Stump. He is in a band, Fall Out Boy." Shit. How has the girl not realized that I am Patrick Stump yet? "But he has like gone missing or something." I raised my eyebrow, in what I hoped looked like an appropriate response. I thought that Pete would have been smart enough to keep this out of the public eye. "Well, not officially. Just none of Fall Out Boy have been online. Patrick went offline first, and they canceled their tour. It really sucks." The girl sighed dramatically, but before she could continue, a shout came from inside the apartment.

"Sarah?" A man lumbered up into the doorway. He was a clean shaven man, with dark hair like the girl's. I assumed this was her father, and my client.

The man noticed the bag, and stepped in front of Sarah. "Sarah, go inside. I will be there in a second, and I can help with the cookies then, okay?" He said softly. I noticed his hands started to twitch. Sarah gave him a weird look and went inside.

"Your kid?" I asked. The man stiffened.

"How much do you want?" He asked gruffly.

"Two hundred." I said. The man surprised me by pulling out dollar bills. He thrust a few fifties at me. After counting them, I handed the bag to him. The man took it roughly.

"Leave Sarah out of this." He said, and walked inside, slamming the door behind him. Damn.

How the hell did she not realize who I was? I mean I am grateful that I wasn't discovered, but damn.

Shakily, I started walking back to the building. I had a bit of extra time, but I didn't really feel like using it right now.