teen romance. ( richard gecko )

II. WE COULD BEAT THEM

     3 months after.

     "Why are you being such a pussy?"

     "You know, that word is actually very offensive to some people."

     "Cody, we have nothing going for us. Dad's dead, mom's practically dead, Carly's off at college and God knows where Caitlin went! It's just me and you, brother. That's how it's always been. Who was there when I fell off the wagon again?"

     "...Me."

     "Exactly. Who was there after dad offed himself in the basement?"

     "Well, technically Car—"

    "No! It was you, Cod! It's just you and me now, hell it's always been just me and you. We can't live off welfare anymore, I'm tired of barely getting by." Carter pauses as she turns to the small television that played off colored news, revealing blurry faces of two brothers whose faces would never be gone from her mind.

     "You see that? You see those two faces on that screen? Those are two people in the whole world who hurt us the most. Seth was our best friend, and Richie... just, listen. We could beat them, Cody. We could be better than them."

     At these words Cody's left eyebrow arched and his eyes glistened with something one could call curiosity. Maybe becoming fugitives isn't as bad as it seems, just as long as you don't get caught.

     "Alright. Say I agree to this. How do you think we'll even get started? We can't just go up to a bank and rob it. We need a car, clothes, guns, how the fuck do you think we're going to get all that?"

     Cody knew she already had something, Carter always had a plan. Whether it was going to get them killed or not, she always had something going on in that wicked mind of her's, those gears in her brain were always at a constant grind.

     A small smile spread across Carter's lips was enough of an answer for Cody.