Alan Ashby + Vic Fuentes
Alan's POV:
I walked around Walmart with my hand laced with Vic's. We entered the TV isle and I put on a devilish smile.
“Let's steal a TV." I whispered.
He chuckled.
“No really! Don't we need a new one for the living room?" I said excitingly.
“Alan! I'm not stealing a TV, how would you even do that!?" Vic whisper yelled.
“It's easy!"I said.
“Oh really, hiding a '62 inch TV in your trench coat is easy?" He chuckled.
“I thought you said you wouldn't make fun of my coat anymore," I mocked a face of hurt, “This is a good coat!"
“What ever, we're not stealing that TV, babe." He said.
He turned and walked away, calling out that he'd be in the art isle. I took the big TV from it's stand and shoved it as far as I could in my coat. It of course poked out of my coat but it doesn't matter. I found Vic at the Sharpie section and his eyes went wide.
“Get that out of your coat!" Vic shouted.
“Viccy, I don't have anything in my coat." I deadpaned.
“Yes you do, I can see it!" He said and poked the side of the TV that was sticking out. I swatted his hand away.
"You're delusional." I murmured and kissed his cheek.
“Fine but we're leaving now." He growled.
“What ever 'Mr. I wear socks with flop flops'." I said.
"Don't make fun of my chanclas!" Vic whined.
We made our way to the doors and the beeper went off. My face heated up. An old short woman with short white hair came up to us. She was a worker here and her arms were crossed.
“What's that in your coat young man?" She pointed to the corner of the TV that stuck out.
“Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about." I said.
“Right here!" She poked it.
“I think you may be delusional madam. There is nothing inside my coat." I said.
“well, um, o-okay." She stuttered with a thoughtful face.
“what about you?" She looked at Vic.
“I don't have anything." He said.
“You stole that hat!" She cried and pointed to his snapback.
“Did not!" He gasped.
"Come with me." She said and latched onto his arm, marching away.
“W-wait!" I yelled.
“Just go home honey, I've been through this before." Vic frowned.
Holy shit, he stole that hat.
*two hours later*
It was rounding twelve pm when Vic lightly stepped through our apartment door. I already had the new TV in our living room all hooked up and the old one in our room.
“I made you cocoa." I said and hugged him.
“Thank you." He kissed my cheek.
“So, what happened?" I asked him and he sighed. He walked with a slight limp and he looked defeated.
“Well," he said and sat down on a bar stool that was next to the kitchen island and drank some cocoa, “They caught me."
“why are you limping?" I asked.
“they tazed my ass." He said hurriedly but I understood what he said. I stifled a smile and a smirk appeared instead.
“Like, literally, your ass cheek?" I asked. He nodded.
“It hurt." He muttered.
“What else happened?" I asked.
“Of course they caught the Mexican!" He exploded,“Babe, they ripped off my chanclas and socks! They fucking tazed my butt and the guard looked at my chanclas like they were fucking doughnuts! I swear to God he was going to steal them! They almost arrested me but I ran away, but then they actually caught me and took me to jail. Mike had to bail me out."
I tried my best not to laugh, I really did, but I had to. He pouted and folded his arms up to his chest. Soon he started laughing to and I ended up falling off my stool.
“Stop laughing at meee!" He giggled and crawled on top of me.
“I wish I could!" I chuckled.
“Fine." He said and tickled my sides.
“O-okay okay! I'll stop!" He screeched.
“Give me a kiss." I said.
He leaned up and pressed his lips to mine.
“Ya little thief." I muttered.
