Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

~~~ {45} ~~~

"Yes, yes I do, so stop ittt."

"Yeah but-"

"No! No more. There's so many people around guys."

John thought for a second, I know, rare right? If Smit was so uncomfortable with people seeing them be affectionate in public, could he just be afraid of what others would think of that?

John knew for a fact one of Smit's parents hadn't been very nice to him for one reason, that being that he said he was Bi in early high school. That earned him a top line on everyone's hate list.

Surely Smit is scared everyone thinks it's wrong.

Then again, he's found people like him, but it's still a minority.

Smit always seemed to think in a probable term, slow thinking, and coming to a conclusion that was reasonable beyond doubt, or his thoughts and ideas were a ball hit out of the ballpark, completely unorganized and random, so that meant John had to think that way too.

Or he had to so he could think the same way as him.

to understand him.

John couldn't lie, Smit was a bit too smart to understand sometimes, his common sense way of viewing some things being too complicated for some people (John) to understand.

In those times, John purposefully decided it wasn't worth understanding for himself, and it was more worthwhile for himself, and Smit, to just follow blindly.

As bad as that sounds, it's just better to be stupid sometimes.

Smit seemed to be better that way too, instead of overthinking everything.

With that, they'd already gotten to the front of the line, being next for the lift.

"Bruh, my phones frozen." Puffer groaned from next to John.

"We just got out here?" John stated in a half question.

"Yeah but I don't think that matters, it's freezing!"

"No, you guys just grew up in sissy America." Smit huffed.

"It still gets cold there."

"Not where you're from, Puffer."

"Chicago gets hella fucking cold!"

"I meant the south."

"Fuck you." Puffer ended the argument.

"Alrighty then, John, you ready to hit some jumps?"

"Me?"

"Yup!"

"Hell naw!"

"I'll connect to your AirPods and play rap, then you'll be ready."

"You better fucking not, actually, only if it's good."

"You listen to rap I know it."

"How would you?"

"I looked at what you were listening to, dumbass."

"When?"

"Like, when we were sitting."

"Thats not fair."

"Sure is."

"What was I listening too?"

"Robert Patekson, bbno$."

"Absolutely fuck you."

"I'll play smooth jazz instead."

"Jizz?" Puffer randomly looked up from his phone.

"Puffer no."

"Puffer yes."

"That isn't what I said though-.."

"Did anyone notice in the Bee Movie-"

"No, shut the fuck up." Grizzy interrupted.

"Who actually watched that?"

"I did, for the funny." Smit pointed out.

"Don't say that."

"I'll say whatever the fuck I want, suck my dick."

"You sound like a middle schooler."

"I am at heart." Smit held a hand to his heart, lifting his chin slightly to the sky.

"Shut up and get on the lift." Grizzy interrupted again.

John shrugged and followed his lead, he didn't want to have this... conversation, if it could even be considered that.

Really, he didn't mind the middle schooler talk, It reminded of his days in high school, what little days he actually attended, half the time he was out smoking, getting high or drunk behind a gas station, and missing every class.

Yeah, maybe thats why his parents hated him, but you couldn't blame him, he never tried in those years, thats why he was where he was at before he met Smit. At the end of the rope, struggling to make ends meet, so he broke the law to compensate.

-

Of course he never talked about those days, his friends long dead, either from overdoses, or suicide, whatever the reason, they were long gone. For so long he felt so guilty he lived, and not them, but he'd realized it wasn't his fault, and he just had to get over it.

-

None of those people had families that treated them right either, he was a surviver, not the reason they did what they did.

At least someone would remember them, even if he hated the memory.

A/N

Im so sorry for not publishing, like seriously, I'm writing and editing three books so I've been busy on other things, it will take me a long time to publish for this one because of that.

That being said this is a really old chapter and I was tired of it in drafts so here you go.

 

"Im gonna eat expired egg salad until I die!"

-Blarg

-Fun Fact(s)-

the mention of the bee movie is based on a conversation I had with my friends. 

Smii7y does have a mild fear of public affection because he's used to being shunned for it.

(Im too lazy to think of a third one 💀)