a/n: I have never updated a story this quickly before.

"So," I say after we finish our burgers, "are we going to rob this place?" I'm excited.

"No." He replies.

"Well why not?" I ask disappointedly.

"Well first, they probably don't have over two-hundred bucks in the register. Second, you have absolutely no experience with this kind of thing. We'll start off small." He explains.

"When do we start?" I ask. "We'll start when we get to the next big city, so probably tomorrow.

"Well let's get a move on." I say as I pull out my wallet and grab for the bill. He yanks the bill out of my hand.

"Now what kind of guy would I be if I let you pay for this?" He says as he gets up to pay the bill at the register.

I watch him walk away. I'd be lying if I said that I don't like the way his tight Levi's hug his ass. Now that he's not looking at me I have the chance to study him more closely. His blonde hair is chin length. He took off his jacket once we entered the diner. His green thermal hugs his arms and I can see that he's not as lanky as I had originally thought. He's muscular but not repulsively so.

He glances over his shoulder at me. I can see the smirk on his face. He knows that I was watching him. I smile at him as he walks back to the table.

"Let's go." He says

"You're way too eager to become a felon." He says once we reach the car. I practically dragged him out of the diner.

"I just didn't like our waitress." I mumble. "What's wrong with Patty?" He asks. "Um, I think she spit in my food." I lie. I can tell that he doesn't believe me but he lets it slide.

"Do you want to drive?" I ask suddenly very tired. "Sure" he replies. I toss him the keys as I get in the passenger seat.

"Wow you're short!" His knees are stuck underneath the steering wheel. He has to pull the seat all the way back before he's comfortable. "I can't even reach the accelerator without the seat pulled all the way forward." I tell him.

"Really? I hadn't noticed how short you were." He says clearly shocked.

"I'm 4'10." I say. He just nods. He turns on the radio and switches it to some country station. "You listen to country music?" I ask.

"Of course I do. I'm from Texas, remember."

I wake up in a motel room. Someone has taken my shoes off and pulled the covers up around me. I don't remember anything after Jasper said he was from Texas.

I look around the room. There's light peaking through the closed curtains. Jasper is nowhere to be seen. He drugged me and stole my car, is the first thing I think. Upon closer inspection of the room I see Jasper's jacket hanging on a chair near the door. So he stole my car and forgot his jacket. I think back to my dreams from the night before. Most of the time I'll even have visions while I sleep.

The only thing I remember dreaming about was having a pet unicorn. Obviously not a vision. I should have had a vision about him stealing my car.

The door opens and someone tiptoes in. It's Jasper. "Hey, you're awake." He says. "Yeah, where were you?"

"Well you see, you kept mumbling something about unicorns in your sleep and it reminded of doughnuts. Then I realized that I was hungry so I borrowed your car and bought doughnuts." He said, holding up a bag. "I hope you don't mind."

He didn't steal my car, he stayed. "No, I don't mind. What kind did you buy?" I ask relieved.

"Well," He began as he sat down next to me on the bed, "I didn't know what kind you like so I bought one of each kind they had."

"Did you get chocolate?" I ask excitedly. Those are my favorite.

"Yeah, of course. Those are my favorite." He says.

"Really? Mine too." I squeal.

"Oh, well I only have one…"He trails off as he sneaks his hand in the bag. He thinks that I don't see him. He's mistaken. I leap across the bad and nearly tackle him trying to get the bag. He will not take my doughnut. I eventually get the bag and open it. I look inside and to my surprise there are at least five chocolate covered doughnuts.

I look at Jasper for an explanation. When he sees my face he busts out in laughter. After he calms down he says "I don't play around with my chocolate covered doughnuts. I wanted to make sure that even if you liked them, there would be plenty for me."

I give him my most evil look and grab two. I toss the bag to him.

"So what are our plans for today?" I ask.

"I thought that we'd start your "training" today." He put air quotes around the word training.

I gobble down the rest of my doughnut and say "I'm going to get a shower and then we'll start."

I bathe quickly and dress in the clothes from yesterday. I didn't have time to pack a bag when I ran away and now I regret it.

I go back into the bedroom part of our room. Jasper is sprawled out on the bed watching SpongeBob. I plop down next to him and look at him expectantly.

"Ready?" He asks standing up and turning off the T.V.

"Yeah."

"Make sure you have all of your stuff. We're not coming back." He says while putting on his jacket.

"You already checked out?" I ask.

"Alice, I never checked in."

"Well how-"

"All in good time. I'll teach you everything I know but we'll start small." Jasper said. "Now come on, the mall opens at 10, we need to go."

"My 'training' starts at the mall?" I ask.

"Yeah, we need to get out of here." He says.

My first criminal act is going to be at the mall. Sounds like fun.

a/n: The "training" starts in the next

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