AN: Hello! Angel and Rina here! We got sick of the repetiveness of this
site. There is too much SLASH and other various types of stories.
Therefore, we decided to do something NEW and ORIGINAL. This story also
belongs to the two fucked up minds of Angel and Rina. We own everyone
except Dally. This story is dedicated to our now 15 year old mother. We
luv you, Momo!
"Yo Robert!" I turned to see my buddy Eddie waving to me from across the store, I really wished he'd stop drawing attention to me when I was trying to swipe my Kools.
"What do you want Eddie?" I asked annoyed as I stuffed a couple of packs into my jacket.
"Wanna catch a flick?"
"Sure why not...And would you stop calling me Robert? I hate that fucking name, I told you...call me Dallas or something, anything but Robert."
"Sorry man. Its habit."
"Its a bad habit that you need to quit."
Eddie just shrugged. "You bout ready?"
"Yea I'm ready." I said shoving my hands in my pockets and following him out onto the darkened streets of New York City.
"What movie you wanna see?"
"Doesn't matter, just not some chick flick."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Cool." I said as we continued on to the movie theater.
*Once at theatre* "Hey, I'm gonna go get food. Want any?"
"Naw I'm fine..." I said grabbing a seat.
"Alright, I'll be right back."
"Alright. I'll be here." I said as Eddie walked off.
A few moments later I heard a scream. Not long after that Eddie ran past me, dropping his blade. I picked it up. "Hey Ed..." My voice trailed off as I noticed blood on the blade.
"Hey you stop right there!" I turned quickly to see a few cops running towards me and taking the blade out of my hand.
"What? Wait that's not mine.." I said as one of the cops pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me.
"Sure it isn't kid." The cop said sarcastically.
"Its not." I protested as the guy who's nametag said Carl shoved me into the car while reading me my rights.
Please read and review. All flames will be used to toast fluffy marshmallows soaked in intensifying cold and flu medication (a.k.a. cough syrup).
"Yo Robert!" I turned to see my buddy Eddie waving to me from across the store, I really wished he'd stop drawing attention to me when I was trying to swipe my Kools.
"What do you want Eddie?" I asked annoyed as I stuffed a couple of packs into my jacket.
"Wanna catch a flick?"
"Sure why not...And would you stop calling me Robert? I hate that fucking name, I told you...call me Dallas or something, anything but Robert."
"Sorry man. Its habit."
"Its a bad habit that you need to quit."
Eddie just shrugged. "You bout ready?"
"Yea I'm ready." I said shoving my hands in my pockets and following him out onto the darkened streets of New York City.
"What movie you wanna see?"
"Doesn't matter, just not some chick flick."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Cool." I said as we continued on to the movie theater.
*Once at theatre* "Hey, I'm gonna go get food. Want any?"
"Naw I'm fine..." I said grabbing a seat.
"Alright, I'll be right back."
"Alright. I'll be here." I said as Eddie walked off.
A few moments later I heard a scream. Not long after that Eddie ran past me, dropping his blade. I picked it up. "Hey Ed..." My voice trailed off as I noticed blood on the blade.
"Hey you stop right there!" I turned quickly to see a few cops running towards me and taking the blade out of my hand.
"What? Wait that's not mine.." I said as one of the cops pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me.
"Sure it isn't kid." The cop said sarcastically.
"Its not." I protested as the guy who's nametag said Carl shoved me into the car while reading me my rights.
Please read and review. All flames will be used to toast fluffy marshmallows soaked in intensifying cold and flu medication (a.k.a. cough syrup).