Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"What makes you think I stole it?"
I shrugged, "I just figured you did. You usually steal stuff so I just thought-... Well, sorry I guess. Did you buy it, then?"
"Yeah, no, I stole it."
I chuckled, hugging his arm, "Okay, Ace."
We walked out of the store, and I noticed a kid, maybe around 5 years old, sitting on a plastic horse. It was one of the newer technologies. You'd put in a nickel or a dime or something, then it would rock. Little kids found them fun for some reason. This particular little boy, though, sat on it, calmly patting the side and gently digging his heels to the plastic legs, telling it to 'giddyup' in no rush whatsoever. Ace noticed and raised a brow. He put the book he stole under his arm and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. I watched in silent amazement as he pulled out a nickel.
He walked over, and snuck it into the back of the machine. He darted back over to my side, holding the book he stole in his hands again. He didn't plan on reading it, of course. We were going camping, and buying firewood was expensive (and we didn't wanna go for trees). He looked back to the kid as the horse sprung to life, letting out a recorded neigh and rocking back and forth. The kid giggled childishly, and I looked to Ace. He watched with a small smile on his lips, and something in his eyes that told me he was content.
I elbowed him, smiling, "Awh, Ace. You did a nice thing!"
He scoffed, his smile fading quickly, "Oh please. I do nice things all the time, but if you expect me to read to those goons at the retirement home down south, you're wrong."
I linked my arm through his comfortably and smiled, "That was really sweet of you, Ace."
He rolled his eyes, "I know. Now stop bringing it up before I slap you."
I chuckled, "Yeah, right. The only thing you'll slap is my sweet a-"
He raised his voice, "Yes! That is absolutely correct, but," he lowered his voice, "We don't just say that shit out loud, got it?"
I laughed as we went to make get everyone together before our camping trip. Later, me and Ace lay on top of his car. I looked sideways at him. Mind you, we were high. "Ace, why'd you give that little kid a nickel?"
He laughed stupidly, "Because I have respect for people that like to ride. Especially if they ride this dick."
"No that's just me. C'mon, spill it. Why'd you do a nice thing?"
He shrugged, "Dunno. The kid was alone, I guess. No one else was gonna help him out anytime soon. It doesn't have to have a fucking meaning. This isn't an English class."
I held his hand gently, "You're so sweet, you know that?"
"I'll stab a bitch."
"I know."
"I stabbed Eyeball once. Remember?"
"Yeah, it was because he stole some of your fries from the diner."
He nodded wisely, "And because he's a bitch."
"If you say so."
"If I say so."
"I love you."
"Not unless I say so."
"Do you say so?"
"I say when I fucking say so and right now I don't say when I say so so no I don't say so."
"So... no?"
"Yes."
"Yes as in no, or yes as in yes?"
He laughed loudly, and stupidly, "We're so fuckin' high right now."
I shoved his arm roughly, but due to the weight difference, I ended up flinging myself off the top of the car. He erupted in laughter and ended up falling off his side as well. Don't do drugs, kids.
