Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: The Heist

Mitch’s POV

I’d never stolen anything in my entire life, not even in the entire year I’d been with Scott. He stole things on his own, small things- “snatched them up” as he called it. However, no matter how ‘bad’ I’d been getting with him, I never thought I’d steal.

I was a year younger than him, but sometimes 18 and 19 felt light-years apart. Maybe it was because Scott had to grow up so fast to be the drug dealing party boy he was for so many years. Maybe it was because he was over 6 feet tall and I was stuck at a pathetic 5’7’’. Or, maybe Scott seemed so much older than me because I was just immature and oblivious to the real world.

Yeah, I didn’t like that last one.

But no matter what the reason was, I needed to grow up. I wanted to be on his level and not below it; so stealing my parents’ car to go on this Las Vegas adventure was my way of doing it. Plus, the first 17 years of my life were completely ruined by both of them, so screwing them over in every way possible was 100% fine with me.

“You don’t have to do this,” Scott whispered in my ear. “I’ll understand. We can just take my car until it craps out.”

“No,” I said fiercely, pulling him along the sidewalk we were walking along. “We’re doing it.”

Scott looked hot in a pair of black skinny jeans, all black Converse, an oversized black sweater and a black beanie. I was dressed in all black too, for the purpose of our super-secret-heist.

We arrived at my house at midnight. My parents went to sleep by ten every night, because they woke up early for work. I knew all the security precautions set up outside, so navigating around them was no problem. The garage password was 32-467-59, and when I pressed the dimly lit “OK” button, the door slid open.

There it was.

My parent’s 2013 Audi 4 with chrome finishes was parked in the middle of the garage; the spotless, all-concrete garage with extra-large windows and its own personal ventilator. My heart was beating out of my chest and for some reason, my vision was blurring.

I could barely feel my body- a tingling sensation plagued every muscle and bone. Even though I felt like I was about to barf and my stomach was churning, I was energized.

I was excited.

I was totally ready for my very first heist.

Scott following close behind, I walked further into the garage. I crawled under the tool shed and pulled out a small box. Under the #1 Dad cup (yeah, right) the spare car key was sitting on a piece of old newspaper. I took the key with shaking fingers and placed the box back under the tool shed.

“Got it,” I choked, standing up on wobbly legs. Scott took my small, cold hands in his larger, warmer ones.

“You’re amazing,” He said, before kissing me on the lips and causing shockwaves to shoot through my skin.