To The Stars ⭐️❤️

I....Skipped PT.2

Okay so last time we left off Keith made me skip. Oh yea and guess what--I STILL AM! So anyways to the part!

I struggled following Keith down the hallway to where ever he was going. "Hm, I'm not sure if I should've let you come. I don't think you can keep up." Keith said with a grin on his face. "KEEP UP?! OH I CAN KEEP UP! IM FASTER THAN YOU AND WE ALLLLLL KNOW IT!" I yelled behind him. I don't know who he thought couldn't keep up, I'm a fast runner! I made it on the track team even! Of course that was before I got cut--BUT STILL. "Yea right." Keith chuckled and made his way out of the schools exit. "W-wait. Are we leaving campus?" I said following behind him exhausted. "Why? Are you too much of a goody goody to do it?" Keith asked with this dumb cocky look on his face. It was like the tables have turned! I was the cocky one! And the know it all! And the one that always grinned! He was not winning me! I mean literally, he can win all the awards he wants but he ain't winning me! Ok maybe I said that confusing, I don't mean he wins me, I mean he wins me. Wait, that didn't make it sound any better. Just know it's not in the way you aww at! "Goody goody?! Keith we're gonna need to set some ground rules if we're gonna hang out more, for one. I'm not a--" "Goody goody, your the awesome one, the ladies man. Yea yea I already know that's how you identify yourself as you've said it thousands of times." Keith said shutting me up. I crossed my arms and pouted. As we walked out into the parking lot with full silence I finally saw Keith's car, and man did he beat me. HE HAD A FREAKING--LIMITED EDITION--RED BLACK AND GOLD--PORSCHE! Yep you heard right. A Porsche! What was he secretly rich or something?! As much of a fanboy I was for cars I didn't say anything to him about it. That would show him I was jealous and I so wasn't gonna be portrayed as that. I got inside the car quietly my arms still crossed. Keith got in and started up the car and eventually began driving.
The car smelled so good. God why did the car smell so good? Like, like cheesecake! Or, or strawberries! Or, or roses and the little fabric sheets your mom makes you put inside the dryer before starting it so they smell good. Yea, that was the smell. Fabric sheets. So scent full and and and burritos, and orange chicken, and shrimp fried r--"You okay over there Lance? You look like your in candy land or something." Keith said interrupting my thoughts of smells. "....So where are we going anyways?" I said still pouting hoping to change the subject. "..You have the face of a toddler that just got told no." Keith said and scoffed. "No I do not." I said still pouting. "Yea ya do." "No I don't." "Yea you do" "No uh." "Yea huh." And we went back in forth over that the whole ride. "Look why am I arguing with you over how my own face looks?!" I yelled at last. He shrugged and the car stopped. I couldn't believe we'd argued the whole ride, and most importantly he didn't care. We both got out of the car. I looked at the sign that hung above the stores doorway. "Mr.Collee's sweets" i read aloud. "Oh yea by the way, watch how you talk to this dude, and watch out for him, he's a crook." Keith said and entered the store. I nodded and followed behind him. The first thing that flooded my mind? Ladies and candies. The perfect combination! There were these beautiful ladies! Walking around the gorgeous candy! What better then that? Oh yea! Some of em had on stretch pants. Ok I'm not a perve or anything. Ya know us men just like to look! But that was cut short when I was turned around by someone "Hey! You lookin at my daughter, bub?" It was the clerk, and oh lemme tell you he was not pretty, he was like 7ft! And he had this smug look on his face like he was about to give me the beat down of a lifetime. "W-who? No no no, you've got it all wrong. I was looking at the uhhh." I moved my finger over to his daughter but then to the candy next to her. "That uhhh, the candy right there!" I said making my final point at the candy. He gave me a death stare. "No no, in all honesty sir, I'm not even interested in girls..." I lowered my head "I'm more into guuuyysss." I whispered. He just looked at me and the expression on his face changed to disgust. "Okay no? Ok I'm confused now which one saves me from your 7ft fury--" Just then Keith grabbed my arm and stopped me from talking. Which I'm glad he did cause I'm pretty sure I was about to be chum if I kept talking. "Excuse him, he has this rare slow disorder called dumb ass." Keith said and tugged me away from the guy and into a candy aisle. "Whew! You really saved my life out there man! I thought I was done!" I said breathing out relieved. Keith glared at me. "Okay okay I'm getting something I'm getting something!" I said and began searching the aisles.
After I picked out my candy I reported back to Keith so we could sum up the prize. "Ok. So snickers, Reece's, twix, chips ahoy, starbursts, skittles, cotton candy, push pop, kisses--who eats those? Anyways...." Keith said lowly calculating the prices in his mind. "17 dollars and 85 cents." Keith said. "Make that 21." I said adding on sour patch kids. Keith just looked at me. "What? A big bag for 4 dollars isn't bad!" I said and shrugged. "We'll okay...I have 11 dollars and a couple cent, I guess we could split." Keith said searching in his pockets. "...Wait....I needed money?" Keith just stared at me, after a while he smacked his forehead "Yes Lance, did you think I was gonna pay for all of this?" He said sighing. "Do you want the true answer or the one that makes me sound stupid?" "They both do." Keith said and rested his face on his hand. "Well, I don't take money with me everywhere I go, so I can't pay." I said and shrugged. "Ok then let's put your stuff back--" "What?!" "I said let's put your stu--" "I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID IM JUST BEING DRAMATIC." "Ok then..give me your stuff--" "NO!" "Lance..." Keith said slowly. "Ian giving up my food! Th-their...Their m-my friends." I said hugging my candy. "LANCE ITS FOOD FOR GOD DAMN SAKE. it can't be your friend." Keith yelled getting impatient. I gasped "Did you just say food can't be your friend?! FOOD CAN BE YOUR FRIEND. ITS BEEN MY FRIEND EVER SINCE I WAS A LIL TWEEDLE LING. NO. ITS BEEN MY FRIEND SINCE I WAS JUST A BABY TADPOLE." I said making a tadpole with my hand. Keith gulped. "Lance...leave the food, we can share." He said forcing a smile. I smiled back "Nice try, but no." I said and rolled my eyes. "You don't want nice? Fine then, I'll use force." Keith said and raised his eyebrows. My eyes widened "Don't worry! I got you my precious dearies!" I said hugging my candy tighter. Keith reached for my chips ahoy and I smacked his hand. He grunted. "Ok! Put it down before any of us get hurt!" " The only one getting hurt will be you! By my candy!" I said pouting. Keith reached for my sour patch this time, and let me tell you...I LOVE MY SOUR PATCH. I smacked his hand again. "Ow, Lance can you stop?" Keith sighed annoyed and looked at his hands, I guess my nails were long or something because I had scratched him apparently. "I'm bleeding now you see! You fucking scratched me!" Keith yelled showing me his hand. As he was distracted I took the perfect opportunity to run. So yes, while hugging a bunch of candy, I ran. Maybe slowly, but I ran. But by the time I looked back it was too late. Right before me showed an angry Keith, running, right towards me, with his arms open. "Oh dear." Was the only thing I could say before being tackled to the ground. The next thing I knew Keith was on top of me. "No candy for you, got it?" Keith said glaring at. He was at the top so I calculated my chances of escaping with my candy....I had none "...fineee." I said and sighed. Keith got off of me and clapped his hands almost as dusting them. "Dude, do you realize what you just did?" I sat up as I asked Keith. "Uhh?" "YOU CRUSHED MY COOKIES!" I said and put my hands on my head gasping. "Oh stop being dramatic now let's go before anyth--" "HEY! BUB AND HIS SIDEKICK." We heard the voice of the clerk and his foot steps shaking the ground each time he stomped. Me and Keith both exchanged a look. We both knew we were dead. "YEA YOU TWO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The clerk asked. "I uh, I tripped ya see.--" "yea he tripped." "Real embarrassing ya see because I was--" "yea it was real embarrassing and he uh didn't--" "Keith, let me tell my own story here." I glared at him with my hand on my chest. "Anyways back to the story, I trip--" my story telling was interrupted when he grabbed me by my shirt and held me up in the air. "Uh Keith? A little help here..." I said looking around. "Let him down." Keith demanded raising his eyebrows. "It's so cold up here, it's like I'm a giant or something." I said to myself out loud. If Keith doesn't get me down now I'm gonna pee myself for sure. "IM NOT PUTTING HIM DOWN UNTIL THE COPS ARRIVE. TO LOCK BOTH YOU TWO BOYS UP FOR VANDALISM." The clerk said mad. "Fine." Keith said getting ready to fight the clerk. Now I knew, my Mom knew, my sisters knew, my brothers knew, my Father knew, most definitely...Keith knew. There was no way in hell he could beat that man. Which is why he didn't. Keith charged at the man with all he had, but instead of trying to fight him. He ran into his legs making the man stumble back. Just enough time for him to let me go. As the clumsy person I am you know I kinda fell and almost got caught again. Luckily Keith grabbed me and pulled me up. After that we ran out the store and raced to his Porsche hoping we wouldn't have any cop interference. Hey that was a big word! Anyways.
As soon as the car started up Keith sped off. We both sighed in relief knowing that we weren't gonna get in trouble. "Well, I hate to say I told you so but.. I told you so." I said and cleared my throat. "You told me so?? What did you tell me?!" Keith said yelling exhausted. "I mean, I told you skipping wasn't good. But what did you do? You skipped. And you almost got us locked up." I said and that cocky smile of mines came back because I knew I was right. "Oh don't play that role. If you gave up your dumb candy earlier none of this would've happened!" Keith said speeding up. "....are you on road rage or something?" I asked slowly. "No, I can tolerate you. I'm just trying to get to this place, we don't know if they had cameras or anything, they could've got my car I.D." Keith said focused on the road. "Is car I.D even a thing?" I asked raising my eyebrows. "Yes! The things and numbers in the back of your car!" Keith snapped. "I'm pretty sure it's called a license plate." "I'm pretty sure it's not." "Well it definitely isn't car I.D." "Well what type of name is license plate?" "It's exactly how it sounds!" And we continued on until our next destination...