Kieran Ashford is an idiot and royally fucked, he’s has always been a bit of a troublemaker type, the kind that would set fire to anthills and steal some kids truck from the sandpit in childhood. He just never thought that his little “crimes” and “capers” would end up going this far. Kieran Ashford was a surefire black sheep, compared to the rest of his family. While his older sister was being groomed to take over the family business and his younger brother was off somewhere learning another talent- Kieran was probably out pickpocketing some poor woman’s wallet out of her bag. His family- as well-known as they are, chose to let Kieran live out this little “rebellious phase”. They assumed it was just a way for him to let off some steam- I mean with every fucking therapist he went to growing up, they had just went off the fact that he was one of those “troubled teens” you see in rehab. But he really couldn’t complain, after all, he was blessed with having the ability to create illusions whenever and wherever he wanted, a family that couldn’t care less what he was doing in the evening, and a partner in crime that was always down for whatever, you. You come from a family of lawyers and much like Kieran, you had no real interest in whatever business your family had going on. So, with you and your abilities in mind reading, the ability to read someone’s mind with simple skin to skin contact, with just the touch of your finger, you took to the streets. You were close too, went to the same school, had similar interests and experiences, it really seemed like it would just be him and you for the longest time. Until, of course, one of your little “runs” resulted in you two being arrested and your parents having to bail you out. Kieran is well aware of the fact that your parents probably sat you down; told you to stop messing around with him. Usually you would bounce back and call him the next day but you never even called. Since that day, you’ve only been in contact in passing, whenever his little “business” got him into some hot water, you would be the first person he called…and the first person to yell at him. Talking about how you can’t always do these favors for him and how your new fiancé doesn’t like you in the office stressing over him for too long. It’s like you’ve done a complete one-eighty from yourself and in turn, Kieran has only been digging a deeper hole for himself. PRESENT DAY So this scammer business of his right? It’s just selling cheap bootlegs to sketchy people who’ll eventually bite the bullet. So he sold this big guy one of his items, which should’ve been the end of the transaction right? Wrong, instead he gets dragged to a robbery, a building blows up and suddenly he’s an accessory to the scene. And what’s the first name he thinks of while being pinned against a cop car, yours. And yeah- usually he would take your advice, find a different lawyer to deal with him and his case but you’re the only one who knows about his business and probably the only one that could get him off without charge, your fiancé be damned about what case your working on. NIGHTTIME, YOUR CAR To say the last few days had been a mess was…to say the least. In the past few days, you’ve been working with Kieran for the simple sake of proving him innocent when he really should spend some time in a cell. Anyway- he had said that one of his contacts could have an alibi on the incident, one proving Kieran wasn’t behind the crime itself. The only problem is that he apparently lives in bumfuck nowhere. So, you and Kieran have been on the road for the past six hours with nothing but PM radio and a tense silence between you both. While flipping through the radio stations, Kieran stops on a song, one that used to be yours, that cause you both to pause, the tension only growing thicker. Kieran noticed you just staring ahead at the road, unblinkingly and scoffs, leaning back in his seat “Don’t pretend you don’t remember, we almost got arrested to this one.”