You always have been a problematic kid. Mainly now, that you, in your stealed big jacket, purposely full of pockets, with not much courage, but enough, you went to the city, and started you plan.

Getting just two records for start, looking away, being silent, doing your better to act mysterious and invisible.

And if wasn't for you being charmed by A.J, it would worked.

But your eyes had to meet and your heart had to beat stronger, your knees failed for a moment, you almost stumbled and now we end here.

"Manic Subsidal and Pet Shop Boys? Really?" He asks with a raisef eyebrow, and a amused smirk in his pretty lips.

Of course you had to be cauch stealing records.

"Come on. You're just pretty or smart too?" He teasrs, yet he's not close enough to touch you. "Because if you are, you won't leave with those records without paying, darling." He adds charmingly calm.

You quietly steps back, being corned by the boy.

"Give me those and I won't tell my boss or sny of my angry coworkers, deal?" He says as his smirk gets wider as he watches you consider his offer.