Partners In Crime

Chapter 1

"You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners
Partners in crime"

I walked down the street, my shoes making a 'click' sound every time I took a step. I kept my eyes down on the floor as I walked down the dark street. A sigh escaped my lips as i ran my fingers through my wet hair.

The roaring of a motorcycle next to me caught my attention. I looked to my right and saw Michael, my, what shall we call him? Boss?.

"Aye DipStick, jump on, we need your help" he threw a helmet my way.

I catched it and put the helmet on, making the straps fit under my chin and clasping them together, getting a 'click' sound from it, informing it was secured.

I walked over to the motorcycle and hoped on at the back. "Hold on" i heard Michael say as he sped off.

Now, you are probably wondering who i am. My name is Dipper Pines, im 23 years old, and i live in the city of LA.

By morning, I work at a small cafe. But by night, I'm a criminal.