Short stories

Told Ya

Prompt: I don't like saying I told you so, but- The hell you don't it's your favorite phrase!

"You're gonna be caught," I call to the running boy.
"No I won't Cece, they're to stupid to actually catch me!"
I roll my eyes, quietly laughing at the energetic boy.
Oh Ben, what am I going to do with you.
I spend the next couple of hours finishing a few chores, listening to All Star, and a few other songs. Just as I put down the broom I hear three sharp taps on the door. That's weird. As I open the door, I am greeted by a very embarrassed Ben and a furious policeman.
"Are you Cecilia Green?"
"Yes I am, why?"
"Ma'am I found your brother trying to pickpocket a man in the streets."
My eyes grew wide.
"He did what!?"
"Tried to pick po-."
"Yes I heard you the first time, thank you for bringing this to my attention."
He smiles at me before I grab Ben and shove him inside. I wait a few minutes before turning to him.
"Now I don't like saying I told you so but-."
"The hell you don't," he cuts in, "it's your favorite phrase!"
"It is not!"
"Uh huh."
"Pick pocketing, Ben?! That is beneath you!."
"Yeah, well it was a one time thing all right?!l"
"Your impossible."
"Just doing my job."

An update! Finally.