Keondre
"Aye man, get up." I chuckled as I squat down to her level.
I tap her face a few times so that she would open her eyes and when her they finally shot open she glared at me with pure hatred in her eyes.
"What the fuck do you mean get up? You just shot me!"
I chuckled even louder, she had the potential to be a wonderful actress.
"What the fuck is funny?" She hissed as she held her leg as to stop her imaginary bleeding.
She was so busy overreacting that she didn't even notice that she wasn't even bleeding for real.
"This is a BB gun." I announced and doubled over laughing at how her facial expression changed in under two seconds.
"So I didn't really get shot?" She asked, propping her self up on her elbows.
"No look," I picked up the small metal ball that was right next to her and held it up.
She smacked her lips and pushed me away from before standing up. "So where's the real gun?"
"Don't worry about it." I smirked.
She pushed herself up slowly and limped to her room dramatically. I laughed and shook my head, boy was she a character.
Dearra
I know that it might've seemed like I was being overly dramatic but my leg was genuinely hurt. After limping into my room, I pulled my pant leg up and noticed that I had a small bruise on my leg. I shook my head and limped back out of my room to get an ice pack out of the freezer.
"You mind if I smoke?" Keondre looked up at me with a blunt hanging from his mouth and a red lighter in his hand, ready to light it.
"Are you gonna shoot me if I say no?" I asked.
"Shit, I might." He smirked and shook his head.
"But seriously though, can you please vacuum the carpet. It's not even that big." I pleaded with the ice pack connected to my leg by me holding it.
My leg was stinging and if felt like even the ice pack couldn't stop the pain.
"Yeah man, whatever. Where's the vacuum?" He waved me off and then lit his blunt.
"It's in the storage closet." I told him.
"And where is that?"
"Make a left at the end of the hall." I instructed.
He left and came back with the vacuum trailing behind him and the blunt hanging from his mouth.
"So you're gonna smoke and vacuum at the same time?" I laughed.
"What it look like?" Keondre grinned and looked my way as he plugged in the vacuum cleaner.
I smiled back and shook my head as I watched him vacuum up the living room carpet. I was getting mixed feelings about him. He had just threatened me with a fake gun and five minutes later there he was smiling at me and smoking a blunt in my living room.
"Uh, Dre. Can I ask you a question?" I blurted out.
"Yeah, wassup?" He looked up from the carpet.
"When you and your friends robbed the bank... why did you choose me, out of all the other bank tellers, to hold a gun up to?" I pondered, pushing myself onto the counter top.
He shrugged, "I guess it was bad luck on your end. I just walked straight and you were the first banker that I saw."
"Why'd you rob the bank, in the first place?" I thought out loud.
YOU ARE READING
His Fugitive
Romanceco-written by: @curvana & @amourfendi Growing up, Dearra was always well taken care of. Anything she wanted or needed was placed in front of her at the snap of a finger. Keondre on the other hand, had to work and grind for what he wanted and needed...
