ABOMINATIONS

CHAPTER TWO

K Y L E

The house was quiet, the only noise filling the living room the soft snoring coming from a tangle of limbs and a mess of scruffy red hair on the couch. Skye was dead asleep, his face squished against the pillow, which sported a decent sized puddle of drool. A younger man appeared at the side of the couch, like a ghost, and nudged his sleeping friend with his knee.

    "Hey, Skye," he said. "Get up," he added, raising his voice.

    Skye made some unintelligible grunting.

    "C'mon man, I made you some coffee," The black-haired boy insisted, showing Skye the two mugs he had in his hands.

    "Mmmm, five more minutes," Skye bargained before turning his head around.

    "Yeah, sure, whatever," said the other, setting the mugs down and grabbing the TV remote. It was turned to the news, as usual, and the man was talking about a robbery that had happened the night before.

    "Good morning, Nevada. We've got quite the story for you today. Last night, West Bank was robbed. Over $350,000 in cash was taken from the vault, and the perpetrators left no trace or clues to their identities or whereabouts.

    "The police are still looking for any leads, or anybody who might have witnessed the criminals before or after they entered the bank."

    "Hey, lookie there, Max!" Skye announced, suddenly awake. "We're on the news."

    "Yeah," Max agreed reluctantly. "I guess we are. Sorta."

    "Too bad they'll never find us," Skye said confidently, sitting up and stretching his arms above him.

    Max sipped his coffee, enjoying its warmth. "Mmmhmm, hopefully," he said after he swallowed.

Skye heard the sound of soft yet clunky footsteps and turned around to see Kyle emerging from his bedroom, rubbing his eyes and looking like he was still not quite awake.

"Good morning, your highness," the redhead said dramatically, waving at Kyle.

"Shut the fuck up, Skye," Kyle grumbled back, flipping him the bird, although he had a small, amused smile on his face. Skye beamed back.

"Come watch the news," he said, pointing to the TV. "It's all about us."

"Is it now?" Kyle asked. He walked lazily towards the couch, where Skye was sitting comfortably, his legs spread wide. "Move it," Kyle demanded.

"Say please, Kyle! C'mon, didn't your mama teach you manners?"

"I'll sit on you."

Skye slid sideways to make room for Kyle, not wanting to induce his friend's wrath this early in the morning. He laughed awkwardly and kept a wary eye on Kyle as the older boy sat down next to him.

"They don't know it's us, do they?"

"Of course not," Max replied. "They're totally stumped."

"I almost wish they'd come after us," Kyle sighed. "This is so rinse and repeat, it's starting to get boring."

"You WANT them to come after us?" Skye parroted in disbelief.

"It would be more entertaining than sitting around, not even able to really spend a lot of our cut."

"But I'm employed!" Skye said proudly, smirking sideways at Kyle, who did not have a job. "They won't ever think we're suspicious."

"You work part-time at a shitty video game store. That doesn't exactly pay much." Max pointed out.