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“Go!” would always be Michael’s favourite game. Once a week, Geoff would give them all a task to complete and the first person to achieve the task would win a sticker. When you earned enough stickers, you would be rewarded. The tradition continued even when the boys reached high school. The tasks would range from something tame like the first to score five points in a video game to tasks which contributed to their criminal education.
Their most recent challenge? First person to steal an orange car.
Michael bolted out of the apartment and jumped onto his motorbike, laughing as
he spotted Gavin riding away on his BMX.
It wasn’t long before Michael spotted a car that he could use parked in front of what appeared to be a disused garage. Grinning to himself, Michael parked his bike and pulled out a lock picking kit from inside his leather jacket. Michael knelt down at the side of the car, so absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A sharp voice demanded, casting an intimidating shadow over the boy.
Michael’s tools fell to the ground with a clatter as he spun around, reaching for
the gun which he had concealed in his jacket. He relaxed as he realised that it
was not only a girl stood before him, but a girl he recognised.
“Don’t I know you…?” He asked, quickly concealing his weapon.
“Yeah. You do. We have English together. But that doesn’t explain why you’re trying to break into my car.”
Michael instantly recognised the girl as being Lindsay, the queen of witty comebacks at their school. He had always found her incredibly funny. He doubted that she would see the humour in this situation though. “…This is your car?”
“No shit. What the fuck man?”
“Sorry. I, er, I need it for a bet.”
“A bet?” Lindsay repeated, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah! I just need to borrow it for an hour max! Then I’ll bring it right back, I
swear.”
“A-ha…” Lindsay frowned, not at all convinced. “And what do you get if you win this bet?”
“Fame and glory.” Michael recited automatically, echoing Geoff’s words.
“That’s it?”
“… And a pizza party.” Michael admitted reluctantly.
Lindsay pondered over the situation for a moment before throwing the keys
towards Michael. “Okay. But you had better bring it back or I will hunt you down. And you owe me a pizza for the trouble.”
Knowing better than to question the offer, Michael grinned as he climbed into the car. “It’s a date.”