*Ashton's POV*

The 7-Eleven shop was coming into my view and a huge smile came onto my face. I could feel my entire body shaking from excitement and nervousness. I couldn't wait to see Luke.

I've only been going here for a week, but the kid had already caught my eye. He's just so damn attractive. This Luke kid is the reason why I've become gay. Or maybe I've always been gay, but didn't realize it until I laid eyes on him.

The first time I walked into the 7-Eleven I was actually planning on stealing a few bottles of Budweiser, but when I saw him, I couldn't look away from him. I ended up buying myself a bag of skittles along with a bottle of coke. I actually bought something. For the first time in two years I bought something, and it's all because of this kid.

Don't think I'm going to turn away from stealing. I only buy from this store, and that's when Luke's present.

I found out his work schedule after three days of going into the store at the same time. He works the night shift from eleven at night all the way until three in the morning. How did I know this? I may or may not have sat on the curb across the street from the store one day, watching him as I ate a hot dog until he left and was replaced by some older guy in his late thirties. That was the only night that I took a break from stealing, and that reason being the Luke kid.

Hmm, doesn't he have school? He should be sleeping at such a time instead of working at a convenience store... Wait, no he shouldn't. It's summer. There is no school during the summer. Stupid me.

I walked into the store and was very pleased when I saw him at the cash register, helping out a customer who was purchasing a pack of cigarettes. Which reminds me, I think I'm running low on boxes of Marlboro. Better get me some.

When Luke finished helping the customer he glanced up at me and greeted me with a polite, "Hello."

I gave him a small wave and a grin before stuffing my hands into my pockets and walking deeper into the store. Right now my heart was racing and I quickly glanced at him and saw that he was organizing the money in the cash register.

As much as I'd like to steal the money from there, if it's to Luke then there's no way I could do it. There's just something about that boy that makes me like this. I couldn't steal from someone like him.

I walked towards the snacks and found the oreos. I grabbed a bag and then went to the front of the store to purchase it.

I watched as Luke scanned the bag of oreos and the price showed up on the cash register.

"One dollar, please," he said, not giving me a glance.

"Yeah, also can I get two packs of Marlboro?" I asked.

"May I see some ID?" Luke stuck out his hand at me. I fished through my pocket for my wallet and handed him an ID that had a picture of me, but the name and address were fake. Of course I wouldn't give him my real one. The only people who know my real name are my family members and my close friend, Michael, but they don't know about my love for stealing. No one knows about my love for stealing.

Luke looked at the fake ID before handing it back to me. He turned to the back to grab two packs of the cigarettes, and I took this time to stare at his cute little butt.

Once he turned back to me he placed the cigarettes next to the oreos and punched in the cost of the two packs.

"Okay," Luke began, "your total is going to be twelve dollars even."

I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to him. If you're wondering where I got that twenty from, I didn't steal this one. Some guy left it on a table and I was simply holding onto it until I could return it.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I stole this. I didn't feel the least bit bad when he started freaking out about not being able to pay a taxi to get home. Not my problem, is it?

"Eight dollars is your change, Irvin." Luke handed me back eight dollars. I was at first confused when he said that, but then I remembered that that was the name on the ID I handed him.

"Y-Yeah, thanks," I said. Then I slowly began making my way out of the store.

"I didn't know you were twenty," Luke said before I stepped out of the store. I turned to look at him, giving him a confused expression.

"Well, yeah, I've been twenty for quite a while," I told him.

"You just looked young for your age."

I chuckled, "Don't judge a book by its cover, kid." Then I left the shop.

Really, he shouldn't ever judge people by the way they look. I may seem innocent, but I'm a criminal. I steal, and that is not an innocent act, especially if it's been going on for two years.

I stuffed the bag of oreos and packs of cigarettes into my backpack before I started walking home. My place isn't too far from the store. It's only a five minute walk, which is good. I wonder if Luke lives nearby.

Once I got to my apartment I pulled out my keys out, unlocking the door, and going inside. I shut the door, making sure it was locked before I threw my backpack onto the beaten up couch. That one, I got off the street. Someone was actually giving it away for free, so it's not stealing. Seriously, no lie.

Other things that I got off the street were a mattress, a small refrigerator, a table, and a box. If you're wondering what the box is for, it's to hide all the things I use to go on my nightly robberies.

There are times where I don't even stay at my apartment. Sometimes I crash at Michael's place. Which reminds me, I need to wash my clothes. I'll just call him tomorrow.

I walked into the kitchen to the refrigerator and pulled out a gallon of milk. I don't have cups or anything, so I drink out of the gallon itself. If only I had some Nesquik powder...

I guess I know the next place I'll be striking tomorrow evening.

I put the milk back into the refrigerator and then I made my way over to the couch where my backpack was. I pulled out the bag of oreos and opened it up. I popped a small cookie into my mouth before sitting down on the couch, resting my feet on the table before me.

I should definitely aim for that television store some night, get a small TV for myself, you know? I want to see the news broadcast my robberies and Chief Sterling trying to figure out who did it.

God, I love how they're nowhere close to finding out who I was and catching me.

I brought the rim of the bag to my lips and lifted it up so the oreos would slide into my mouth. Once I had eaten through half of the bag, I set it down on the table and dug through my backpack. I pulled out my black outfit and took the pendant out. I set it on the table and then stuffed my black outfit, ski mask, and gloves under the cushions of the couch. I pulled the cardboard box from where it was under the table and put the gas machine, metal stick, and rope inside.

I took the turquoise jewelry into my hand and admired it. My fingers touched the stone, and it was smooth.

"I wonder what I'll do with you," I said, flipping the pendant over. "If only everything in the world was free, then I wouldn't be in trouble for stealing you. Or anything for that matter." I smirked and then dropped the pendant into the vase that I stole from the museum.

I decided to take a shower, because from all that sweating I probably reek. I went over to my luggage that sat in the corner of the room. If only someone would decide to throw their dresser out into the street, then I'd take that.

I collected only a pair of boxers, because I'm going to sleep. No need to wear my clothes, right? It's too uncomfortable. Then I headed into the bathroom to to shower.

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After showering I had a towel wrapped around my neck as I used it to dry my hair. I heard a knock on the door and I looked through the peephole.

Oh, it's just the landowner's daughter, Cynthia. Probably to bug me like she usually does.

I'm not dressed, but it's not like I give a shit about that. Let her admire my sexy body, yeah?

I swung the door open and I chuckled when I saw her eyes look from my face to my abs.

"Yeah, Cindy?" I asked. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," she blurted out. I raised an eyebrow, amused by her response. Then she became all flustered and started to panic. "I-I me-mean, my dad sent me up here t-to collect the rent fr-from you!"

"It isn't even the end of the month yet, Cee. What's the real reason why you're here?" I know that, because I've got a calender hanging up in my room with the date marked for when I'm going to steal a store for money.

Her face was as red as a tomato, and I had to really try to hide my laughter. "O-Oh, is that s-so? Then I-I'll be on my way then. Have a good evening, Irvin!" Then she sprinted off, not even taking a glance back at me. I watched as she disappeared and I just shook my head, a laugh escaping from me.

"Oh, how I love messing with her." She's pretty hot. If I wasn't gay I'd definitely do her.

But I'm attracted to dick, specifically Luke's.

I locked the door and went over to the couch. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and-

Shit, I need a lighter. Oh, well. I'll just give Lukey a visit tomorrow and purchase one.

Just the thought of seeing him fills my stomach up with butterflies and makes me feel all giggly inside. Yes, giggly. Even someone as composed as I can giggle. Not often, but I still do.

I picked up the bag of oreos, shut off the lights of the living room, and made my way to my room. It only consisted of a mattress that was in the corner. There were some clothes scattered around, from times when I didn't feel like showering, so I just stripped and went to sleep.

I climbed into my bed, setting the oreos beside my pillow. The pillow and blanket were given to me as a present by Michael. He noticed that I didn't have one, and my excuse was that I didn't have time to go pillow or blanket shopping. Thankfully, he bought it, and gave me a pillow and a blanket.

I swear, Michael practically spoils me to death, and I let him. I love him for that.

There was also a lamp sitting beside the mattress, another gift from Michael, and I turned that on. I threw the blanket over my legs and I lied down. I flipped myself over so that I was on my stomach and I pulled the blanket over the rest of me until everything above my shoulders weren't covered. I continued eating the oreos as I just thought of Luke.

God, why did you send a beautiful angel such as Luke to earth? Why was I lucky enough to even know of his existence?

If only I could make that beautiful boy mine.

Ha, yeah right. He's too sexy to be gay. I bet he'll be gay when pigs start to grow wings and fly.

I frowned when I finished the last cookie. I didn't have the strength to climb out of bed to throw it away in the trash bin that was on the other side of the room, so I just set it on the floor beside the bed. Plus, I was perfectly comfortable and warm.

I turned off the lamp and then flipped onto my back. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and closed my eyes, Luke being the last thought on my mind.