You Wouldn't Dare

"I'm not the same kid from your memory." -Paramore

Steal the money, then kill the cashier. That was my plan. I didn't expect it to be her standing behind the counter.

*~~~~~(Adrienne's POV)~~~~~~*

Tick. Tock.

It was a very slow night. The store was practically empty, and every once in awhile one or two customers would walk in and look around for a moment before they decided that nothing in here was worth their time. Most likely, though, if a customer would pick up a few items and approach the register, they'd end up changing their mind and leaving. I really couldn't care less if they bought anything at all, really. When they didn't buy anything, it made my job a whole lot easier. I wouldn't have to get up from my chair and ring items up, or make change for the customer. I was really content with that.

The only bad thing about the lack of customers was that it made my shift seem longer than it actually was. Usually, the store would be filled with miscellaneous noises, like the clacks of a women's heels, or the conversation between a family or couple shopping around the convience store. Now, the only sound in the store was the music coming from the speakers in the back of the room. Occasionally, there would be little noises that would occur if I'd happen to move or get re-adjusted in the chair. But other than that, it was pretty silent.

To say the least, the lack of sound eerily creeped me out. Plus, the fact that it was my first night working a shift alone. It's always me and Dani working this shift, but, she was out of town for a couple of days. So, my boss, Mr. Seymour, decided to test my ability to handle more responsibility. He left the shop the minute I had entered to start my shift, but not before he told me I'd be working until close and I was responsible for locking up.

I wanted to close it now; quite frankly, being in an empty store was boring me to death. But I knew I couldn't do that, so I decided to busy myself by wiping the counter down. Hopefully, the time would pass a little faster if I'd do something instead of stare at the clock all night.

The bell hanging over the door rung, announcing that someone had just walked in. I hadn't heard the bell ring in quite a while. I said a brief greeting to whoever walked in without looking up from the counter.

A shadow had casted over me. I pushed the wipe to the side to address the customer to see if they might need assistance for what they're looking for. As I looked up and saw the customer's appearance, I knew right then that help wasn't what they were looking for.

It was a male dressed in all black----a hood draped over his head, baggy jeans with thousands of zippers asymmetrically placed on either leg, and a mess of black hair across his forehead. I could only see his profile as he faced me, something twinkling in his eyes. His hand was tucked in his pocket, and I saw silver metal peeking out from it.

He pulled the pistol from his pocket, aimed it straight towards the security camera above me, and shot. Thousands of little glass shards fell around me.

I felt like I was going to pass out.

"This is a stick-up. Give me all the money in the register," he said. I stood there, just staring at him like I was in a daze, not making one move to do as he instructed.

"Did you not hear me? Give me the money!" he yelled. I opened the cash register, staring at the smidgen of money stashed in there, about thirty dollars tops. I glanced back at him, noticing that he was completely facing me.

I stared at him, almost gawking. He must have noticed, because he clutched the pistol in his hand and positioned it right at my forehead. "Adrienne, I will shoot you to death," he spoke. Regret instantly washed over him, and I saw him feebly look away.

I cocked my eyebrow; I wasn't wearing a name tag, so that left me wondering-----

"How do you know my name?"

*~~~~~~(AJ's POV)~~~~~~~*

Oh. Fucking. Hell.

Damnit, I just had to let her name slip out. I was in total control of myself up until that moment. I could have got the money and left without having to threaten her, but then she just stared at me. She was disgusted, I knew it. I know that look all too well, and to see it come from her, I just lost it.

And now she's staring at me with this look on her face like I'm some freak stalker. She can't recognize me, since I've changed so much in the past few years.. I, on the other hand, never forgot her. Her memory isn't something that can be easily displaced----not with those distinctively slanted bright hazel eyes and that long, jet-black hair of hers. I couldn't forget her if I tried.

She's standing in front of me, still waiting for the answer that never left my throat. "I'll ask again. How do you know my name?"

"Don't...don't worry about that. Give me the money or I'll shoot you," I threatened, changing the subject and grabbing the pistol and bringing it back to her forehead. It's odd that she cares more about how I know her name, than me blowing her brains out.

Even with the gun pointed at her head, she didn't look the least bit scared. But still, her tanned-brown fingers hesitantly reached into the cash register and clutched the money in her hands. Adrienne slapped it on the counter, then looked straight at me.

I lowered the gun as I forked through the money. Twenty-seven dollars laid out on the counter. What the hell? I risked being arrested and jailed for just twenty-seven dollars??? I could have gotten that pickpocking some stranger. I expected more than this little pile of money, after all the shit I pulled to get it. What the hell, man??

I groaned, reaching down to place the money in one of the pockets on my pants. Just as I zipped that pocket, a leg came swinging in my direction. I managed to dodge it, then glared at Adrienne. She just tried to knock me out.

But the question really on my mind at the moment was how the hell her leg managed to kick that high in the first place.

*~~~~~~(Adrienne's POV)~~~~~~~*

I don't have the slightest clue how I managed to kick my leg over the counter, let alone even reach the guy's full height. Maybe those few years in the karate class my father forced me to take really did pay off. Of course, I would've been even more excited if I actually managed to kick him in the head, but unfortunately, I'm not that lucky. I was able to swing the rest of my body over the counter along with my leg, so that me and the intruder had nothing seperating us. The look on his face told me that he was completely stunned by the stunt I'd just pulled----especially when my attack on him failed----but I couldn't have cared less.

My only objective was to knock the gun from his hand, or somehow distract him so that he wouldn't expect it when I snatch the gun from him. I noticed the gun was at his side, not pointed at me, so that allowed me to relax just a little. Even though I'm still rattled about him knowing me.

I don't think I've ever seen this guy in my life. I'm pretty sure if I'd saw a slightly toned guy with practically sky-blue eyes and onyx-black hair I probably wouldn't forget him.

"Are you going to leave now? Since you've already gotten the money; there's no reason for you to lounge around here," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He glared at me, ignoring the fact that a question calls for an answer.

I groaned-----this guy really wants to make everything more difficult than it has to be. Rolling my eyes, I aimed a kick straight for his "man package" (if you know what I mean) and launched my leg.

He caught my foot inches before it would reach him. I slitted my eyes, watching him cock his eyebrow at me. I twisted my foot out of his clutch and ended up kicking him a little below his stomach.

"Is that the best you've got? You fought better when we were little."

I was beginning to hate that sickly attractive smirk on his face. He again grabbed my foot, but this time----and don't ask me how, I'm not sure myself----he quickly let go of my leg and grabbed the backs of my wrists, swinging my body towards him so that my back was pressed against his toned stomach.

The clothing he wore was cold; it sent shivers down my body when some of my bare skin managed to make direct contact with its fabric. "Come on, Adrienne. You must've improved some," his hot breath whispered in my ear.

Involuntarily, I squirmed against him as my stupid teenage hormones raced restlessly through my body. He enjoyed my reaction a little too much, chuckling in my ear, and I could almost imagine that smirk plastered across his face.

"What...what do you want from me?" I stuttered breathlessly, my eyes darting all across the room.

He paused before he formulated his reply, "There's so much I want from you, Adrienne."

I didn't expect him to answer the question with a statement like that. How was I supposed to respond to that now? "Let me go. Now."

"Do you remember me yet?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? I don't know you; that's the point! I have no idea how you know me, but I'm completely sure I've never seen you before in my life!!" I snapped at him. I heaved a huge breath, paused, then continued on with a calmer tone. "You know, I should call the police. You did shoot the security camera and steal the money from the cash register."

Now it was my turn to smirk. I knew I had backed him into a corner. His only choice was to explain himself, or he'd be busted.

So, he let my wrists go and sighed. I didn't turn around to face him. "I lived here four years ago. We used to play fight with each other, back when your father enrolled you in karate. Your two brothers would attack me for being so close to you. We're two years apart," he vaguely explained, but still not revealing his name.

At that point, I didn't need him to. I started piecing things together, and I figured him out myself. I turned around, staring at him dead straight into the eyes. "AJ?"

He nodded his head.

"That can't be...it's not...you look so different," I managed to get out as I recovered from my state of shock. I backed up a little, actually taking in his full appearance.

He did look different. Much different. The way he dressed was different, obviously. But aside from that, he looked so much older. Like he became more mature over those short four years.

"Why are you...doing this?" I stuttered, hopefully not sounding rude. A shadow had seemed to pass across his face; he already knew what I was referring to.

"My father kicked me out, and my brother wants me to pay rent. But I'm broke. No one'll hire me, 'cause of my...er, track record."

"Oh no, I'm sorry," I said, grabbing him close to me and embracing him in a hug.

AJ had been through alot with his father even when he lived here, and I can't begin to imagine what he's been going through with his father now, when his older brother, Eric, isn't there to help him cope or get away from him. I feel terrible; AJ's a really nice guy, despite the tough emo persona he puts off, and I don't think he deserves to have a father like the one he has.

No doubt, though, AJ can and will kick your ass if he has to. He's a little ill-tempered, and sometimes impatient, so those characteristics about him seem to cause AJ to be wrapped up in more fights than should be neccessary. The side that most people don't know, because they don't take the time to actually talk to him, is that AJ has got to be the funnest person I've ever met. You can't help but love him

"You're always apologizing. It's not your fault," he responded as we seperated. I didn't want to continue on with the topic, seeing as how gloomy it made him feel, so I changed it.

"OW. What the hell, Adrienne!?"

"You were about to kill me!! And how come you have a gun?" I said, watching AJ rub the cheek that I'd slapped.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"Why do you have a gun, and why are you here robbing me?"

"I stole the gun from my father. I didn't know it would be you I'd be robbing until I stepped inside," he replied, staring down at me.

"Why, though?" I asked again, a confused expression spread across my face.

"Dammit, Adrienne. You ask too many questions. If I came in and did what I was supposed to, you wouldn't have gotten this far," he said, changing the subject.

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Because I would've shot you."

I laughed. "Come on, AJ. You couldn't have shot me even if you wanted to."

Which is probably true. I know AJ pretty well, and even though I haven't seen him in some time now, I can still predict some of his actions. He can talk alot of crap, but he won't ever intentionally hurt me. Whether or not he'll admit it, deep down inside, AJ is soft. You just have to know how to pull it out of him.

"Adrienne, you should know not to doubt me," AJ purred, cocking his eyebrow as he lazilly twisted the pistol with his pale, white fingers.

I have to confess, AJ has definitely grown more attractive in the four years he's been away. Okay, scratch that. AJ is freaking hawt. I never knew all-black could look so appealing on a guy. And he wears it all too well. I feel weird, though, thinking about him the way I am. I mean, I practically grew up with this guy. I can't just start having feelings towards him that are a little more than friendly.

So that's why I wasn't surprised when I found my breath catch in my throat when AJ had just whispered in my ear. "Well, you should know I never listen," I grinned as I mocked him, staring up into his piercing sky-blue eyes. Oh man, he's beautiful.

He chuckled, flashing a rare smile at me. He stared up into the corner. "You've got to do something about that," he said after a pause. I furrowed my eyebrows, then redirected my eyes away from him and to what he was staring at. Reality seemed to take over me.

Crap. There's a busted security camera, and mirror shards cluttering the floor beneath me. Not to mention the empty register. He smirked when my eyes finally caught hold of him again. I went for one of his pockets and swiftly grabbed the money out of it, earning a loud protest from AJ as I turned away from him.

I swung the broom over to AJ. "What?" he asked.

"Hello? You just broke in to the store I work at, which means I get punished for all the crap you created. I could get fired," I replied.

"And?" he pressed.

"And...the least you could do for threatening my life and half-giving me a heart-attack is to sweep it up. It's your mess, you know."

He groaned, stared at me for a long while, before he finally admitted defeat and began sweeping the shards of glass in a pile on the floor. I jumped up and sat on the counter. I fell into a daze watching him work, remembering those times years back when we'd just roll on the grass playfighting with each other, laughing the entire time. Or when we'd lie on his bed playing video games or just talk, like normal tweens.

AJ's not the same scrawny, brother-like boy I grew up with years ago. And I'm not that flat-chested, complete tomboy that he grew up with either.

He emptied the dustpan into the trash can, looking over his shoulder at me with his head cocked to the side. A small smirk passed on his lips before he fully turned towards me. "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in question as to why he was staring at me so weirdly.

"Nothing. You just look different, is all," he said, dropping the dustpan back to it's place. I mumbled an "oh" as a reply, then stared off into the distance. Even though my eyes weren't directly focused on him, in my peripheral vision I could still see him watching me.

"AJ, please stop," I said, absently playing through the locks of my hair, hoping to take the attention away from my blushing cheeks.

He smirked again, walking closer, "I can't help the fact I'm attracted to you."

Ding.

*~~~~~~(AJ's POV)~~~~~~~*

Both of us looked at the door. Some old lady had just walked in. The expression on her face was more than funny as she took in everything in front of her: the camera I shot at, Adrienne sitting on top of the counter, and me about four or five inches away from her face with my hands a couple of centimeters away from her on the counter. Adrienne is supposed to say some lame greeting to every person who walks in, but she was mute when she finally realized that someone was actually in the store. And the situation before them. She opened her mouth to say something, but just as she had, the old lady spoke out, "Oh..I---I'm sorry, I didn't mean to....interrupt. I...think I'll be leaving now!"

She rushed out the door, with the bell dinging loudly again after her. I chuckled; crap like that doesn't happen every day. It was effing hilarious.

"Why are you laughing?" Adrienne asked me with a quizzical expression apparent across her face.

"Why aren't you laughing? Did you not see her face when she saw us?" I chuckled.

"She thought we were....you know...doing something more than what we were really doing."

"Weren't we?" I smirked, leaning closer.

"No!"

I kissed her. Man, daaaamn, I thought. After a couple of seconds that felt like an ectasy-high, I broke away and smirked, "Now we are."

*~~~~~~(Adrienne's POV)~~~~~~~*

Okay, what just happened? Gosh, I hate AJ. Well, I don't really hate him---I just hate the fact that he could make me so woozy like he just did. I could tell he was more than satisfied with the reaction I had given him just now. I mean, who wouldn't? He is beyond hawt, and kisses like a freaking fantasy character. I felt like I was going to faint.

"That good, huh?" he smirked again, his smirk spreading to a wide and cocky grin. There was no way I was about to add to his already huge male ego and actually admit to him that what he had just given me was unexplainablely awesome.

He leaned over again, but this time, I had the restraint to push him off. "Last time I checked, you're still a robber."

"Oh, really? Well, last time I checked," ---he pointed his thumb to the clock---"you're off the clock."

I looked towards the clock; he was right, suprisingly. I don't know how he was right, since I never told him when my shift ends, but whatever. I won't stress it.

I walked to the door, the keys to lock up buried in my jeans' pocket.

"So, it's been four years now...I think we've got a lot to catch up on...." he deviously smirked, towering over me with a look that definitely meant "catching up" wasn't just going to be grabbing a bite to eat and talking over dinner. "Right, Adrienne?"

I smiled at my best friend behind me, then redirected my attention to the glass door.

Stepping outside, I shoved the key into the lock, glancing through the window at the busted security camera once more. I knew no matter what excuse I would come up with to explain the broken camera, it would never be enough to amount to anything for my boss.

I sighed----I am so fired.


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