"no, it's not, now be quiet."

"i can't! we're gonna get in trouble."

"oh please, who's gonna stop us?" you scoffed.

"the police!" he insisted.

"oh, yeah." you stopped what you were doing for a second, "oh well." you shrugged, "come on, help me up." you held up your arm waiting for him to help you out.

"y/n!"

"you're really gonna leave me in here? to rot?" you begged, flashing him the eyes you knew would make him do it. it wasn't like you were stealing. you found it in the dumpster, so that meant the movie theater was getting rid of it.

what was "it" exactly? an old movie poster for your favorite movie. the movie theater near base was a small one, so they often played old movies and happened to be playing "the sound of music" and it was one of the retro posters, so you had to have it.

"y/n, we are literally going to get arrested!"

"michael garcia, if you don't shut up, i'm going to punch you! we're done! we can go to the car now."

"oh, goodie." he excitedly got back into your car and didn't wait for you to put on your seatbelt before he was speeding back to your house.

"a little bit higher." you instructed, "now a little to the left." you leaned your head to the side, "and now down a little."

"y/n, i swear to god-"

"calm down, it looks good there." you smiled.

"finally." he drilled the hole into the wall and then hung up the now framed poster of "the sound of music" poster.

mikey took a step back so he could admire it alongside you, "see! look how good it looks."

"considering all we went through, i expect it to pay our bills." he joked.