A/N
Hey ya'll! Sorry if there may be many gramma mistakes at the end but I got lazy and just wrote the shit on my computer, I usually use my tablet which more or less do all the spelling for me xD
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The following day after the conversation with Tim Shepard about the hoods younger brother, Floyd had overnight come up with his plan on just how he would get the younger Shepard brother out of the "house" without getting send to "the big house" meaning jail. The plan was simple, get a hold of the fuss and with that meaning get a hold of Jack Olsen. People may think 'well that shouldn't be a problem, just go to the police station and ask for him'. Floyd couldn't do that, just walking into the polices station would ruin his reputation. No Floyd needed to use another way to get a hold of Jack and he'd come up with the perfect way.
"Eyy eyy eyy, I'm robbing this place so call the fuss!" Floyd announced as he walked into the small convenient store named Willy's.
"Not this store you don't!" The old man Willy Roger argued as he leaned forward to pick up his riffle from under the counter, loading it and pointing it directly at the young hood. Floyd let out a frustrated groan as he burried his hands deep in his jean pockets, a huff escaping as he turned to glare at the floor.
"Can't you just do it as a favour?" He asked hesitantly while scratching the back of his head, Willy just put his finger over the trigger while his glare got more intense.
"Get out of my store, Meeks." He growled while shifting the gun to a position against his shoulder, he could shoot any second. Floyd locked eyes with the much older man, mainly searching for any way to make the man cooperate. He found none other the defence, typical old man.
"Alright, you win." He gave in as he threw his hands in the air before letting them slump down into his pockets, turning on his heels and headed for the door but stop.
"Meeks." The old man warned as the young hood turned his head around to look at the man, a cheep grin on his lips.
"You think there's a chance that Mrs Florence got any gun hidden under her counter?" The young hood asked but shrugged it of as the man snapped his gun, he would find out sooner or later.
Walking into the small café named Bakery Boo, yea weird name. Floyd scanned the area for any people, with Mrs Florence there were her and three guests. An old man in his late fifties was sitting on one of the chair by the counter and two very familiar greasers were seated in the back of the room, Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randall. Could he have any more luck? Not having all time in the world, Floyd settled on ignoring his two friends that he considered older brothers and instead burried his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out his switchblade. His forest green eyes instantly turning into a dangerous and almost predatory glare, his shoulder slumped as he walked up to were Mrs Florence stood behind the counter.
"I'm now robbing this place so, you either call the fuss or hand over your money!" He snarled as he swung hid blade into the wooden counter, hard enough to bury the tip into the wood. Mrs Florence let out a shriek as she jumped back in shock, the three customers becoming quiet as they looked at him in shock.
"Floyd!?" Soda exclaimed as he stood from his seat but didn't make a move to approach as Floyd shot him a warning glare before looking back at the woman behind the counter.
"So how's this gonna go? Call the fuss or give up the money?" He asked in a low voice while his gace burned into the woman who seemed ready to take off any second but frozen were she stood, her legs not seeming to work no more.
"I- I'm calling the cops!" She finally managed to get out as she sprinted for the phone that hung on the wall beside the counter, Floyd let her as he had no intention from the start to take her money.
''You lil' shit!What the hell are you doin' Floyd!?'' Steve suddenly exclaimed, his tone in a snarl as he pushed of his chair and started towards the younger hood who was still standing by the counter. Floyd barely looked at his older friend as he gripped his blade to get it of the wood.
''Stay out of this Steve, it ain't got nothing to do with ya'.'' He sighed while playing with the blade in his hand, his eyes still on the woman who was in a heated conversation on the phone with the fuss. Steve growled but backed of, knowing that Floyd wouldn't be stupid enough to rob the nice womans place without a good reason and something about the whole thing just felt wrong. Like why had the young hood given her the option to either give up the money or call the fuss? Did he want into the 'house' that badly? Knowing he would get the answer sooner or later, Steve backed of and returned to his seat oposite of Soda by their table just as Mrs Florence put down the phone and turned to face Floyd.
''I've called the cops, you better leave or you will get in big trouble, young man.'' She warned seemingly thinking that it would scare the young teen in front of her but got the oposite reaction, Floyd snorted. Amused over how easy it had been, the lady practically did everything and now he could just sit back and wait for the fuss to show up.
''Great.'' He sighed as he leaned his back against the counter while still playing with his blade, swinging it back and forth between his fingers.
*8 minutes later*
''Took them long enough.'' Floyd sighed as he saw the police car enter the parking lot outside the little café, out of the car stepped two seemingly young policemen which Floyd easily identified as Paul Hegging and Carl Hegging. Two brothers with both short londe hair, difference being that Paul was slightly more well build and taller then Carl.
''Why am I not surprised.'' Paul sighed as the two entered the shop seeing a smirking young hood smirking at their direction while waving his switchblade, looking like a playful kid but they knew better then to underestimate the young teen.
''Paul, Carl why didn't Jack come?'' Floyd whined as he pushed of the counter to meet the two cops half way, his brows suddenly set in a frown as he looked at the two with dissapointment. The younger of the two, Carl rolled his eyes as he took forth his handcuffs waiting for the young hood to turn around. Floyd looked at the cuffs before he too rolled his eyes, turned around and held his hands together. He had no choice but to cooperate if he was gonna get a chance to see Jack.
