ready, aim, fire

       ❛yeah, i did. well, that’s truly unfortunate. five minutes is your limit? i feel sorry          for you. i don’t share my ramen noodles with anyone, sweetheart. uh, excuse          you, i run on a daily basis. i just ran an extra mile today. exercise is essential if          you wanna be a personal trainer.❜

  ‘’ i’ve never head you say a word about exercise so don’t blame me for   not knowing !! ‘’ her hues rolled, brows raised. ‘’ just give me some of   your noodles-- don’t make fun of my running skills, i know they’re shit ’’

“you really shouldn’t underestimate me. we can take mine, i’ll park it near the gates, make it easier to get out. i’ve told you, we’re not going to get caught. i’ve done this before loads of times.”

  ‘’but i do underestimate you because some of your plans   actually word but some don’t you know-- so we’re gonna   jump in your car as soon as the bell goes so we can blend   in with the crowd and than sneak out?’’

the whole situation made her uneasy, fingers pinching off invisible dust that seemed to litter the surface of her jeans in a nervous tick. “well, you look terrible and i’m saying this in the nicest way. go shower or something.” so she’d return his tiny smile with one of her own although she wasn’t quite convinced something off wasn’t happening here.

  ‘’it’s my gun and i used it’’ that’s all he could blur out before black   spots clouded his vision, mind going blank and he felt dizzy. he sat   down, right next to her. ryan was stunned silent at his own words.   nothing anyone had said hurt as much as his own goddamn words,   nothing. but despite the guilt that had pooled in his eyes, he hadn’t   been quite taken by madness quite yet. he was still stable, besides   the loud breathing and the feeling of a panick attack coming up.

        ‘ close your eyes. ‘

  ‘’why would i need to close my eyes?--’’ yet she   obeyed, eyes slowly starting to close as she did.

         ❛i ran three miles today, but i’m pretty sure it totally went to shit after i stuffed my               face with oreos and ramen noodles. not at the same time, of course, but y’know.❜

  ‘’you ran for three miles? i can’t run for five minutes without feeling this   aching pain that makes me wanna hurl-- you still got some noodles left   because i’m pretty hungry after hearing that you actually ran for once’’

“but last time we stayed on school grounds, that doesn’t count. good, as you should. i rarely ever lie.”

  ‘’good thing that you’re confident, or else   this wouldn’t end good---- so are we gonna   take your car or mine? might aswell plan   a few things before we get stopped and   get to spend the rest off our high school   lives in detention’’

‘ so, which FRIEND is it than ? ’ it was evident that everything he  was telling her were lies, but she just wanted to see how long  he could continue with them before he ended up flustered. nic   took a small step forward again, trying to make it seem like she   wasn’t afraid in the slightest. ‘ why ? i could easily run off, and   tell someone. i just don’t get why it has to stay a secret. police   wouldn’t do anything, half the people here own guns. ’

  ‘’you know, thomas ! yeah thomas, he needs me to keep the gun so his   parents won’t find out about his little hunting parties with his friends, it’s   weird i know but that’s the truth’’ it’s not, and it’s evident on her face that   she doesn’t believe his sorry ass. his eyes filled with pain and regret, not   wanting to tell what really had happened. it came back in flashes; the   shouting and punching, than the sound of a bullet being released from    a gun, than tears spilling, blood spilling on the floor as he ran. he’s been   quiet for a while, than spoke up.                              ‘’it’s my gun, i own it’’

“alright, cool. by all means, feel free. though you really shouldn’t worry about it so much. i’ve already told you that we’re not going to get caught, you really ought to believe me.”

  ‘’that’s exactly what you said last time,   but hey, i’m not here to judge’’ arms   raised up, a smirk tugging at her lips.   ‘’i believe you alright’’

 arabella felt terrible, to say the least. her head was pounding and she  also felt terrible for starting a fight between the two of them. she  normally was the one to start them, with her headstrong attitude, and  how she was constantly stubborn. currently, she was busy with not  only trying to figure out how to begin to apologize to ryan, but  the redhead was also busy with sweeping up a broken plate in the kitchen  — another thing that was her fault, as she remembered how she’d  thrown it, watching it crash against the wall, and watching the pieces  clatter to the floor. her eyes were puffy from crying, and her back was  sore from sleeping on their couch. she wanted to get back under the  covers and apologize to the male, but she figured he needed time by  himself, and left him alone. the redhead became distracted as he came  into the room, and accidentally cut her finger with part of the glass from  the plate. “fuck,” she hissed, at the very minor wound, throwing the shards  away and moving to the sink, clearing her throat as she washed her hands.  she opened her mouth, probably to say sorry, but didn’t say anything at  all instead, shutting her mouth and looking down at her fingers.

  ryan couldn’t have been more surprise. no ‘sorry’, no ‘hey le’t’s just forget   what happened last night’, there was nothing. he hesitated at first, maybe   wanting to ask if her finger was okay, but he was silent. ryan’s expression   was blank, and he simply pressed the start button so the coffee would   pour into his second favorite mug, since his favorite got thrown at him the   other night. he whipped his head around to look at the remaining mess on   the floor. ryan was so tempted to talk, but all the bad words swirled around   in his head, and he kept silent once again. taking the cup, the male turned   to walk towards the living room. he kicked the sheets aside and placed the   mug on the coffee table and turned on the tv, avoiding any eye contact.