Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Somewhere, toward the back of the house someone had left a Remington over under.
Jimmy saw it on the way out and didn't even think about it, he just grabbed it.
"What are you doing with that?!"
"What do you mean? I took it."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to shoot you fuckface, haha. Fucking drive!"
He looked at his phone. Emily had texted him. 
'Whats up? Still meeting tonight after band practice? I < 3  U.
That girl was nuts about him.