The 90s Summer Nights

Chapter 3

A pistol. I found a fucking pistol. I have to tell the others. I hop over the fence again and speed walk back to Reece's car.

"Hey, um, I didn't find a stick, but I sure did find something." I say.

"Well, it's fine, I'm almost done. What's this something?" He asks.

"It's better if I show you." I say and Reece gives me a skeptical look. I unfold all the plastic bags again and show him that I found a pistol. Reece's eyes widened so fast and immediately took the gun away from me.

"Are you trippin'?! This is a fucking gun! And by the looks of it, a REAL gun!" Reece whispered yelled at me.

"What the hell guys. I want to go homeeee." Cass complains and instantly shuts up as soon as she sees the gun in Reece's hand.

"Is- Is that a gun?!" She whispers? We both nod and shush at her.

"Why did you take it?" Reece asks me.

"You took it?! Oh hell no, I'm not getting involved with Crips." Cass says while she puts her hands up in defense.

The Crips. A gang that's been roaming Los angeles since 1969. A scary scary group of people I may add. You do not fuck with them. We've only encountered them once. We accidentally stole their marijuana stash to resell and unfortunately, they caught us selling, however let us go but said if we take something from them again, we're clipped. Aka dead. Gone. For good. As in, no one would suspect our "natural" deaths.

"It shouldn't be Crips though." Reece says. "Why would Crips leave a gun lying around? Where exactly did you find it?" He asks.

"In the abandoned skate park trash can. Dudes, what if someone was actually trying to throw it away?" I infer.

"This is serious shit guys. We basically have only two options. Leave it where you found it and never bring it up again. Orrrr, we can give it to the proper authorities." Cass suggests.

"Orrr, we can just keep it?" Reece says while shrugging.

"What?! You were totally against it like 2 minutes ago!" I whisper yell.

"We can use it as defense I don't know." He says while scratching the back of his neck.

"How many bullets are there?" Cass asks. Huh thought she was against it too.

Reece takes out the cylinder and mumbles his counting.

"4 bullets, but there are 6 chambers. Plus, it's a little warm, as if it has been used pretty recently." Reece says after observing the pistol while he puts the cylinder back in its place.

"Wait, how and why do you know this?" I ask.

"Well, my brother, dad, Coach Perez, and I go to a shooting range sometimes." Reece answers.

"Ew, Coach Perez? As in Micheal Perez's dad?" Cass asks.

"Yea, he's surprisingly really fucking good." Reece comments.

"Okay! Enough! What are we gonna do with this?!" I refer to the gun, still in Reece's hand.

"Keep it." Reece says while shrugging.

"No, no way!" Cass says crossing her arms.

"All in favor of keeping the gun, say aye." I say while putting my hand up. Reece looks hesitant but still puts his hand up.

"Aye." He says.

"Fuck, fine! Aye. But only because I was gonna lose anyway." Cass says.

"Can we just go to Cass's now? Its fucking hot this summer night plus its really fucking dark and scary at the moment." I say while fanning my face with my hand.