Expiration Dates

Ch 2

   So as i failed to mention in the first chapter, there will be a lot of character references through out the story, any brands or established fictional characters mention do not belong to me.
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Lance's POV

     Lucas and I didnt stop running untill we reached the parking lot below my apartment. We then climbed the stairs to the the second, and final, floor. Lucas got to the door before i could, and violently threw the door open.

     There, sprawled on the floor on her back, phone in hand, laid my younger sister. Monica jumped a bit and turned to look at us and we could only stare back in mild aftershock.
"So, first of all, why are you holding hands- you arent going around cheating on Milo are you?- and second of all, who the hell was stupid enough to give you a gun?"
     We stared flabbergasted for a few second untill her words started to process.
Lucas hazardly pulled his arm from my grasp, while my brain was still struggling to work through the first part of the sentence. "What? No, what the fuck we're not even a thing-!"

Then the second part registered.

     Only then did i notice the weight in my right hand. I gingerly looked down at it, only to find the smooth metal of a handgun still clutched within my palm.

     Lucas suddenly let out a (very manly) shriek, and i found myself throwing the damn thing across the living room, into the kitchen, in new found panic.

     "NO PENDEJO WHAT'RE YOU DO-!" In a split second Monica sprang up from the ground and swiped at my arm in an attempt to stop my arm mid throw, but by then the gun was already flying.

     We watched as the gun sailed through the air, almost in slow motion. Eventually though, it landed with a thud on the kitchen tiles, the sound immediately followed by a horrendously loud pop.

     The harsh impact with the ground had caused the gun to go off on its own. We contined to stare, frozen untill-

     "Jesus dicking christ you fucking dumbass, do you have any shitting idea how far out gunshots ring? Someone's gonna call the cops and we're all gonna go to jail and its all your fucking fault for being a little bitch, you cocksucking, autistic-looking sonovabitch. You just doomed yourselves to get gangraped in prison, you might be into it, you dirty  masochistic whore, but i doubt Lucas wou- !" 

    "OK, SHIT!" She stood there catching her breath, still glaring daggers at me.

    She heaved a heavy sigh and simply marched back to the spot where she had been laying on carpet and, quite dramatically, might i add, threw herself to the floor with another sigh, landing with a soft thud.

    "I wasnt exactly playing when i said someone's gonna call the cops." She sounded exasperated. I knew she was refering the the new neighbors below us.

      They hadnt been around for very long, but during their short time there, they had proven to be quite fussy, getting upset over the slightest things, even going as far as to report us to the manger of the apartment complex if they heard something as simple as a thud through the ceiling coming from us.
      None of our other neighbors would mind the sound of a gunshot. It was a familiar thing for us all around here. It wasnt unusual to hear gunshots at random times of the day, although they were usually heard in the dead of night.

     Needless to say, Monica and i had placed bets on how much time we thought it would take the new neighbors to flee.

    Still, lucas and i only went back to staring at the new hole in the roof.

     There was a beat of silence untill Monica once again spoke up "....lucas you're bleeding..." And only then were we aware of the soft sound of liquid dripping every couple seconds. She stood again,  walked over to us and pointed at the tiny puddle of red liquid that sat directly under lucas' hand, which hung limp at his side.

     By then, neither one us had the energy to freak out anymore, so instead, we once again just stared in silence.

     She pulled him towards the kitchen and pushed him into a worn, black chair. She fetched a wet kitchen rag and threw it at me, smacking me square in the face. "Clean up the blood."  She instructed and, instead of arguing about how she was younger than me and had no right to boss me around, like i usually would, i simply kept me mouth shut and did as i was told.

Monica later came back out of the bathroom with disinfectant, gauze and a rolled up bandage. I had finished cleaning up the blood, and while she sat down next to Lucas, i went over to the sink to rinse off the blood soaked rag.

"So, his palms are all scraped up but they're not bleeding very much, if at all, so where the hell is the blood coming from?" She wondered aloud.

I suddenly remembered the bullet that had ripped leather and grazed along his arm earlier.

"...how about you have him take off the jacket..?" I knew i was going to have to explain everything very soon.

She gave me a suspicious glance while Lucas shrugged off his leather jacket. I took it, and upon further -but still very subtle- inspection, i found that the spot where the bastard from earlier had bitten onto had not been ripped through, the fabric had only been stretched awkwardly.

I resisted the urge to sigh in relief, as that would signal something morewas up. When Monica asked about what happend -because she absolutely would-  i decided to not mention the whole 'the entire reason this is happening is because of some dude that wanted to take a chunk out Lucas' arm' thing.

I heard her give a soft gasp, and guessed that she had found the wound. I turned to them and met Lucas' nervous stare.

"So you wanna tell how the fuck this happend?" Monica hissed, it sounded more like a command than a request.

For the first time since we arrived home, Lucas spoke up, just as she was finishing up with the wound " we were walking home, and there was this guy that was just kind of trailing behind u-"

There was a knock at the door.

"Shit," She murmered "the fuck did i tell you."

"Im gonna open the door." I stated, and began to walk towards the front door.

"No dumbass, they're gonna ask to come in, how the hell are we supposed to cover up a hole in the fucking ceiling?" Lucas said.

"What the hell do we do with the fucking gun" I gestured towards the handgun that still lay on the kitchen floor, with frustrated hand motions.

"Put it in mom's dildo drawer for now, fuck it. Shes not coming home for another 3 days, we got time to think about what we're gonna do with it."

We could only stare in horrified disgust.
"Fucking ew. Hell no, you do it." I retorted.
"I didnt need to know this. I will never think about your mom the same way..." Lucas spoke under his breath.

"Shut up lucas." Monica and i replied in unison.

There was another round of knocks on the door.

"Alright both of you shut the fuck up, dont make any noise. Who knows how long it'll be before they decide to leave."

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So my phone died just as i was finishing this up earlier and when i turned it back on half of it was gone, so im sorry if some of the last few parts sound a little forced. Buut im probably gonna come back later tonight an fix a few things here since my writing just seems to flow better when its written at 3 in morning.

But anyway, hope your day went well, and i'll see you next sunday!