You had been sitting in classes for a long time, and were bored, so you decided to skip with Clint and do something more… fun.

“How’d you learn how to do that?” You asked, referring to the Beatles shirt he just stole for you.

“The fuck you mean learn? You can't just steal the shit in front of him.” He responded, making sure no one was tracking both of you.

“Okay, so what’s next?” You asked.

“Uh, we leave before we get caught?”

“We can’t leave now, that was such a rush! Come on, let’s go to the food court and steal some Dairy Queen.”

“Do you hear yourself?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess it’d be hard to fill a cone and jump the counter without spilling anything.”

“No, that shit’s easy, why would you risk getting caught over Dairy Queen?”