Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"Hey! I'm helping you!" Smii7y whined.

"Don't act like a smartass." John faked anger.

"So do you want in, or not?" Smii7y's head turned toward him, and tilted left a little. 'Damn that movement'. John cursed.

"Of course I want in Smit." John actually wasn't sure, but he wasn't turning it down.

"Are you sure?" Smii7y asked softly. John was not.

"I can stay with you for the first few, and then you can go on your own if you want. Your contacts will pay higher if you hang around me." Smii7y didn't move as he said this. "You'll get paid anywhere from 401k, to a mil." Smii7y continued.

"Sounds like more then I'm getting." John nodded.

"I wouldn't say it's sustainable, I do contracts instead of a steady job." Smii7y went back to watching his phone. "If you get a job there you'll make.." he paused. "$23 an hour."

"Still better than what I have, Smit." John chuckled. "Why don't you go in?"

"I need to be fashionably late, obviously." Smii7y replied like John was crazy.

"You want to be late?" John laughed.

"Yeah, so I can storm in like I'm in an action movie." Smii7y replied, now laughing himself.

"My appointment is right now, so we'll go in about.. 4 minutes?" Smii7y continued. "Maybe that's not long enough."

"I'm sure that's plenty long enough." John didn't want Smit to be late, but he seemed to have other plans.

"Mhm? I think 30 minutes seems better, but I'll settle for 4."

Smii7y was true to his word, and in exactly 4 minutes, he stormed through the doors and up to the elevator, with John dragged in tow. The receptionist didn't even as much as look at them. Smii7y then spammed the elevator button, the whole time he was waiting for it to arrive. When it did, he pushed John inside, pressed the 19 button, and spammed the close door button.

"Too much drama Smit." John laughed.

"Never too much drama, I'm an actor, aren't I?" Smii7y said smugly.

"Yeah, sure Smit, believe what you want." John rolled his eyes. "Am I supposed to take this off?" John patted his helmet.

"Nuh uh. You think I show anyone my face?" Smii7y replied.

"Nope, so I won't." 

"That's my boi!" Smit said excitedly. Just as the elevator dinged.

When they arrived on the floor, Smii7y took no time to leave the elevator, and tug John behind him. On the floor sat a bike, and a can of Monster, One camera, and a lot of lighting fixtures. 

"SMIT!" A voice called.

"Yo, TJ." Smii7y said, and grabbed TJ's hand in a firm handshake. Smii7y's nails were painted black, and John hadn't noticed that before. Another thing he hadn't noticed was that some of Smit's fingers looked like a lighter skin tone from the others. Almost true white. John had always figured Smit was Caucasian, but never thought anyone could be that white. 

"Your late again Smit." TJ pointed out the obvious. "And who's this guy?"

"This is Kryoz, my official joyride bud, and now, career bud. Maybe my best bud." Smii7y said, looking towards John.

"Yo." Was all John offered.

"Yo wazzup." TJ offered his hand, and John took it in a firm handshake. TJ was a nice looking man, wearing a backwards cap, and rocking a crazy hairstyle.

After TJ quickly looked him over he said. "You'll fit in nicely here."

~

John and TJ engaged in conversation as Smit was doing his thing. Smit loved cameras it seemed, he posed for every picture, whether it was after a huge win, or before a big competition, he always posed. And in this case, he was being payed to do so.

Oh how John loves the man.

He had accepted his fate awhile ago, and just let the thoughts buzz about his head like angry bees. Smii7y had drilled himself into his heart, and screwed, nailed, and latched himself onto it. No matter how much John reasoned with his mind, he wouldn't budge. John simply gave up, admitted his guilt, and was now waiting for his conviction. Hopefully the jury will go easy on him.

There was only one jury.

Smit was the jury.

Let fate be the judge.