Stitches | Discontinued

Chapter 13

||Lacey Matthews|| 

2. Do something illegal.

"We could shoplift?" I suggest, looking up at Gavin as he reads number two on the list aloud. "I mean, we'll probably get arrested, but fuck it."

 As soon as those words left my mouth, he looked down at me, a deadpan look on his face. "We suck at this," he says. "Why do I feel like you wrote most of these?" He sighs, taking my phone out of my hand to scroll through the list. "What the fuck?" He asks, pointing out number ten on the list. "I am not doing that. The universe is not on my side today." 

"Is the universe ever on your side?" I ask, arching my eyebrow at him. "Let's be serious, Gavin." 

He shoots me another deadpan look, rolling his eyes. "Let's just get this over and done with. We can both steal a bottle of water from the store around the corner or something." 

"That's gay as fuck," I say, scoffing. 

"You're gay as fuck," he replies, sticking is tongue out at me.

"Are you sure about that? Because I can definitely prove that I'm not," I wink. "Just kidding. I am totally gay and I love it. Girls do it better, man."

Gavin laughs, shaking his head once again. "Come on, Lace. Let's just get this done, please?"

"Alright, alright. Quit your crying," I smirk. 

We begin the short walk to the store around the corner, and I'm silently praying that we don't end up in a jail cell for the night. That would be the most moritifying thing ever. The walk is short, so not long after we begin walking, we're stopping outside a local store not far from my apartment. 

"Should we, like, just do it?" I ask, glancing around to make sure nobody is around. Which, thankfully, nobody is around. 

With a nod, Gavin pushes the store's door open, stepping inside. He holds the door open for me and I thank him casually, making sure not to attract any unwanted attention. We casually walk to the back of the store where the fridge is, my eyes darting up to look at Gavin as he takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. "It's for show," he whispers in a 'duh' tone. 

I roll my eyes as we reach the fridge, and Gavin opens it, pulling out two bottles of water and handing me one. "I can't believe we're doing this," he mutters. "Can't get anymore embarrassing than stealing a bottle of water." 

"Excuse me? Are you really trying to steal that water?" An unfamiliar voice asks, and I cringe.

Oh, boy. I hate my life.

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Came to the conclusion that you guys probably don't give a fuck whether I go MIA or not, but I'm still here, updating anyway. Only took me, like, four hundred years, but I'm here! 

Anyhow, school has officially gotten to the 'I want to smash my head off my locker until I die' point. Please keep me in your prayers, thanks. (I'm not even remotely religious, by the way. Please don't take offence to this, lmao.) 

Hopefully, I'll stop sucking dick at one point in my life and actually be able to keep an updating schedule. Don't get your hopes up, though. 

Also, Happy (belated) Halloween!

And in case I miss it, because I probably will, Merry (early) Christmas!

Kisses,

Mel.