Gerard was at the side door slowly but surely picking the lock. It always seemed to take an eternity while doing these kinds of thing. We were in the typical Breaking-and-entering décor mode. Covered in black from head to toe including the classic black marker smudges under our eyes.
"God can you hurry up, I am already in enough trouble as it is." I hurried him.
"Sheesh, can ya calm down? It's not like you care if you get into trouble anyways." He smirked.
I huffed angrily. "Not the point Gerard ,not the point!" After rolling his eyes at me he finally got the stubborn door to open. We poked our heads through the opening to make sure no one was inside. I don't know why they would be considering it was one o'clock in the morning. We quietly stepped in, humming the Mission Impossible theme song. Something is always up when the Mission impossible theme song starts running through our heads.
The coast was clear. We shared a familiar smile, and carefully made our way to our victim's belongings. The Soon to be ruined belongings, that is. Once we arrive to our destination, I opened the back pack with the supplies that I was carrying. We scanned the room searching for the right locker, I knew we found it when I saw the pink.... I knew instantly this one was hers, it had her name written all over it. I pointed it out to Gerard and we both fought to suppress our laughter. Gerald was the first to break and started laughing. He smirked trying to regain control and made his way to the locker.
"Well that sure made it easy, I wonder whose locker this could be?" he asked sarcastically. I smiled. "God what is that smell?"
"That, my dear, is every girls attempt to get into a man's heart," I told him in a day dreamy kind of voice.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Can't you take a joke?" I sighed. "Its perfume," I pronounced every word slowly as if he were a two year old.
Recognition flashed across his face. "Oh," he mouthed. I nodded. "So, why don't you wear any?"
"I don't need it, of course. I've stolen enough hearts as it is." I said fluttering my eyes at him.
"Ya, sure, whatever." He rolled his eyes again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. The lock clicked open, apparently he had been working while ribbing me. I turned my attention to the clothes inside the locker. I snatched them and ran to the other side of the room. "Hey, I wanted to do the words." He protested.
I laughed and grabbed the neon green spray paint can we had brought and shook it. "No, way Jose, I'm doing that. Besides, it was my idea."
He scoffed, "Yeah, after I said it!"
"Again, not the point, Gerard." I opened the spray paint can poised to write Give me a Bone!, on the back of the T-shirt, in honor of her royal slutiness. Then moved to the front of the shirt and cut wholes where her, in my opinion, lopsided boobs would be. Gerard on the other hand, had taken the paint from me and written Kiss my Big, Fat, Juicy Arse!, on the back of her shorts. We laughed our voices filled with the excitement of our victory. We threw the clothes back into the locker, made sure we had everything, and exited the scene of the crime.
On our way out Gerald locked the door back up. We sauntered to his ugly, beat up, 1998 black Honda Civic. Strutting like a peacock in heat. I got in on the passenger side as usual. He jumped in beside me, started it up and reved the engine, peeling out of the parking lot. We headed back to Dustin's house, rocking out on the way with 30 seconds of Mars blaring from the radio. Enjoying ourselves probably a little too much.
As we pulled up we saw Dustin staring out his window, looking pissed off. He was at his front door holding it open before the car even came to a complete stop. Gerard and I exited the car prancing innocently to the front door. Dustin didn't look happy, in fact he looked beyond cranky.
