Knowledgeable Kleptomaniacs

5. Mike Hanlon's Mall Haul

// TW; SLIGHT VERBAL ABUSE //

Author's note; Listen to the music to give a more deep perspective on the character and who they are!
P.S - Both characters are not friends with the entire 'Losers Club' because, as an AU would go. There is no such thing in this one. Enjoy!!!

~ 4:02 PM ~

Mike turned from Stanley who eventually spoke; "Yes." The dark-skinned boy let out a cheeky grin, grabbing Stanley's hand and running towards the huge outlet mall.

~ 4:08 PM ~

Eventually, the two arrived. Mike looking at the mall with huge doe eyes full of excitement, "C'mon-" he stated before pulling Stanley towards the right. Heading directly towards a store full of shit, that Mike knew he was gonna try and put his hands on, entering the store noticing the different shades of blue. Mike, staring then beginning to whisper in Stanley's ear. "Highest price wins. Go." he stated clearly before parting his own way into the store. Leaving Stanley standing speechless, his cheeks flushed.

~  4:12 PM ~

Mike was speed walking around the mall, looking around and giving soft smiles to other employees while looking for stuff that he'd like. He wasn't the type to hoard, he took what he liked. The boy found a pair of blue boyfriend jeans and a grey t-shirt. And then walking towards the jewelry section, staring at the section and then looking up. Noticing Stanley as well, giving him a tight smirk. And returning back towards the glass full of jewelry. Sneaking behind a desk quickly, snatching a silver ring, not checking the price and storming off. Not even looking at Stan. He then went towards the jackets section. Studying them, and looking at a black jacket and a regular blue jean jacket. Yanking it from the rack and holding it up, and then keeping it. Walking towards the dressing rooms so he could; "try things on"

~ 4:15 PM ~

Mike checked his phone, it as exactly 4:15 PM. Then grabbing the jeans first, taking off his current sweatpants, and putting on the jeans quickly. And then putting his sweatpants back upon his stolen jeans, and putting the rim of his shirt over the top of the bottoms. Searching through his book-bag, a metal clinger eventually found. He held the circled metal object and clicked off the ink tags quickly, stuffing both the shirt and black jacket inside of his high-school leveled book filled bag. Before tagging the last jacket, he began to unhook it before he dropped the item on the floor, mentally saying; 'Shit' repeatedly. He heard a knock upon his door, hearing somebody ask; "Is everything alright?" Mike, stayed silent for a second. Feeling his face heat up. "Yup, everything is fine." before hearing the person eventually walk away. Mike let out a somewhat silent sigh of relief before stuffing the last jacket, picking up the clinger. After a couple minutes, the boy left, and left the store.

~ 4:30 PM ~

Mike scanned his phone and eventually checked the time, "The dude is fifteen minutes late, where is he?" he mumbled, scanning the park where they were supposed to meet afterwards. He then spotted a boy who somewhat seemed like Stan, once he got closer. He noticed that it was him, "Dude, your late!" he shouted. "And you are empty handed, man, that sucks because I just lifted all this shit for nothi-" he was eventually cut off by Stanley lifting up his sleeve from his striped multi-blue long sleeve, showing off a bracelet. Mike was amazed, "Holy fuck. How much?" he asked, looking up at Stan, his eyes glistening upon the bracelet. "At least $800" he stated. Mike smiled and sighed, taking off his backpack and beginning to state a sentence; "And 1st place goes to Mr. Stanley with the bracelet of over $800!" he shouted with a grin. Beginning to take off the ring, and handing the both both jackets. "I have some jeans under here, but I'm obviously not gonna take them off in public." he stated, showing the blue jeans. "Unless you want me too right now?..-" He smirked at the boy before he felt Stanley nudge him, pushing his chest. "Hey!" Mike groaned. And then sighed; "I'm guessing that's a no." he stated. "Yeah, it's a no." Stanley responded. Mike then rolled his eyes, "Well, I gotta go. Duties call. My Pa needs my ass at home, so uh, catch ya later?" he asked, staring at the boy. Highly proud. "Also, uh-" Mike was highly awkward, but tried to get past it. "Could I have your number? J-Just in case If I wanna contact you about more lifting shit-" the boy said, stammering without even noticing. And surprising, blushing quite strongly. "Uh, yeah. Totally-" Stan replied, and then Mike took his phone out and handing it towards Stan. He took it and gave the boy his number. "Alright. Chill." Mike said, before backing up backwards. "Alright, see ya later." he said, giving the boy finger guns and then turning completely. Heading home.

~ 5:00 PM ~

Mike was about to walk into the door before his father beat him too it. "Where have you been?" a booming voice from inside the burgundy household screamed. Mike winced a tad, "I was out- Shopping with a friend- No lifting I swear." he stated quietly. Mike's father pulled the boy inside before slamming the door, "Did you know how worried your mother and I were?" he shouted, Mike flinching at the shouting and slightly scared. He knew his father didn't care, he just said that to make the boy feel bad for him. "I'm sorry- You guys didn't text, so I assumed that you would be fine with me being out for a little whil-" the boy was cut off being let go of his father and shoved away. "Go to your room, do your homework and go to bed." he stated violently before Mike charged up the stairs, almost falling due to how fast he went. Mike went towards his room, shutting the door lightly behind him although he wanted it to slam.
Mike set his bag down, and flopped upon his bed. Letting out a muffled cry. Mike was known as one of the toughest men in the facility, mainly because he plays football and is the most athletic in the district. But, emotionally, he was a mess. Verbally abusive parents. Not fun. The boy then decided to text Stanley, wiping a couple tears off his tears tainted skin.

[ Hey, Bracelet Boy. ]