Until You

Before her, I was content with my life. Knocking over convenience stores, stealing back up cars, hustling drugs, down to smashing the next face who dared to fuck with me. I did what I had to do to pay my rent. I chased the thug life. Being popular, I was the boss of my pack and my gang looked up to me. We did the job, and split the dough. We stole cars, changed tags, and planned carefully. My guys were fast and slick that by the time the cops came and wanted to get a description or look at the cameras, there was nothing but static by a push of a button; A special gadget I created to mute any picture of a person on camera. We changed appearances a lot. Wore different faces we plastered with makeup so no one could identify us. It was a game. It was a high. It was what I was born to do. And the drugs made the high even better. It was like I was living in a fantasy but it was reality. I was too good. I never got caught. Everyone who knew us, knew to keep their fucking mouths shut, unless they wanted to be apart of it or have their faces deformed. This was who I wanted to be and I wasnt going to change it for nobody. Until I met her. Until her, I never knew what Normal was.
Dedicated to the very amazing, Anna Todd