shoplifters>> c.h au

two.

 Boston smiles looking around for her surroundings as she goes she grabs the clothes from the side. She picks them up ducking under the tall counter to cover herself as she stuffs the stolen belongs in her bag. This action was interrupted when she heard a ding on a bell. She looks up seeing an Asian boy? Boston wasn't quite sure if he was actually Asian. He kept staring. Did he not speak English? She stands up wiping her hands, which were covered in sweat. He just caught her shoplifting.

 Boston finally spoke up "Um sorry, I don't speak Japanese" she says gathering her bag. The boy looked rather offended.

 "I'm not Asian" 

 "Oh. Then I don't speak Chinese" His mouth is slightly open as he has a hand to his chest. "I'm not Chinese. I'm kiwi if you must know."

Boston scrunches her nose "But Kiwi is a fruit"

"It's also a nationality, it comes fro- wait, why am i explaining myself to a white girl. You should be explaining yourself to me."

"First, I'm not white, I'm native American. Second, I have nothing to explain to you. Now, if you will excuse me" she mumbles walking past him.

He grabs her wrist taking her bag. "Well, it looks like you're shoplifting. I don't think the guards would like to here about this."

"You wouldn't dare tell the guards" she says taking her bag back. She starts becoming a little nervous. She could possibly go to prison for this.

"Oh I would but you know what would stop me from telling? If you let me join." 

"You want me to let you join? No way. I work solo. I don't work with anybody especially a snitch."

 "Think about it. Either I work with you and we happily get everything that we want and can't afford or." He takes a dramatic pause, "I could tell one of the mall cops and you will go to prison. Let me remind you prison gets lonely, the people in there are desperate now a days. You think you'll go in and out but by the time now in two weeks you're probably going to be someones prison wife. And you know what comes with marriage. Nice, lovely, prison se-"

I cut him off "Fine, fine jesus. How do you know so much about prison? Let alone lesbians in prison?"

He shrugs, "I watch Orange is the New Black." He let's go of my wrist. "I say before we start our first mission we should talk over a plan. Maybe tomorrow?"

She nods, "Yeah give me you're hand" He do as he's told as Boston starts writing her number on his hand. She also writes her name on his hand.

"Boston? Who names their kid Boston?"

"Who names their kid wait what's your name?"

"Calum" That's actually a nice name.

"Who names their kid Column."

"Honey, it's Cal-um. And I have to go, I don't have time to question why you're parents named you that." He let's go of my wrist walking away.

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I am so sorry I haven't updated in so longgggg and I am so sorry that this chapter sucks. I was rushing to write because I knew I needed to update but I kept pushing it aside. But thank you for all the read votes and comments. I'm happy you guys are enjoying it.