Sins of Our Youth Page #3

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- He was?

- Yeah, just...

Really intense.

- So let's just

get it over with.

Come on you guys, we

can't wait for him.

- Yeah.

Whatever, let's do this.

- Yeah?

Okay, cool.

I haven't had anything

to drink, so I can drive.

- I'm driving.

- Did I ever tell you guys

about the time I

first got arrested?

- Uh...

No.

- I was in middle school

and with a couple buddies,

we were at the mall.

Anyway, my friend Adam

thought it would be funny

if I stole something.

Right, said it would

make me "dope with him".

So, like a dumb ass I stole

a shirt from Gemstones.

The guard caught me before

I was even out of the door.

They took me to Juvie...

And booked me.

It was only supposed to be

a couple of hours, right?

But my mom was already out

getting bombed that night.

So she didn't come get

me 'til the next morning.

And even though it was only

one night, it was awful.

I couldn't get any sleep

because I was afraid of getting

f***ing ass raped or some sh*t.

- Tyler?

- What if they don't

believe our story?

- They will.

- They can believe

what they want.

Our fingerprints

are on his bike,

his phone is smashed to pieces...

- We'll explain it.

- Would you believe

something like that?

- Yes.

- No way.

- They can come up

with some story, right?

They can say that we were

in a frickin' satanic cult

or something?

I've seen that

sh*t happen before.

- Where?

- Places, dude.

F***ing places.

- TV?

It's bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, actually.

We're gonna wait

for Scott before

we do anything else.

- F*** that, I'm leaving.

- No, sit down.

- Why?

- Whatever we decide,

it would be better

if we're on the same page.

- Well then where

the hell is Scott?

- Hey man, where are you?

Cool.

He's five away.

- Christ.

- Are you gonna keep it?

- Yeah.

I mean, I love

Tyler and everything

so who cares if

it's a little early?

- Oh, for sure.

Last year when I

thought I had Peter's,

I was kind of digging it.

- I'm gonna tell

him after the party.

That's a really good plan.

- Maybe you should tell

him in a text massage.

That way he has

time to digest it.

Or in person is good too.

- The thing is...

I know I'm in love with him.

Okay, this might

sound silly but...

He has this baseball

jersey that he

always leaves on his bed.

I love wearing it.

He hates when I put it on,

like it's some holy

garment or whatever, but...

I just can't get enough of it.

I think it's cause I just...

Love the smell of him.

I think I'm gonna go over.

Things ended badly

for us today and

I just feel like

I gotta see him.

- Do you want us to go with you?

- Not tonight.

- Today sucked.

- You should be a f***ing

philosopher, Scott.

- I'm getting sick of him.

What do you guys

want to listen to?

- Anything.

- Okay.

So, I looked some sh*t

up today online...

You know how many kids

they sentenced to death?

- How many?

- Enough to scare

the f*** out of me.

Hey is this okay?

Is this good?

- I'm sorry, what

were you saying?

- Okay, like...

I didn't know that

they can kill kids.

But guys, they can.

Can I hit that?

- Yeah.

- That sh*t's dank.

- Yeah.

- Where were you tonight?

- Okay.

So I came up with an idea.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, and it's a good one.

So wait to say anything

until I'm finished.

Okay.

What if we recorded ourselves...

Like on a computer.

- What?

- Wait until I finish, David.

Okay, three of us confess.

Right?

Leaving one of us out,

saying that he wasn't there.

And then we take these

four flash drives,

and...

We stash them away somewhere.

- I'm confused.

- Okay, listen, so.

We take the four

different flash drives,

and we stash them away,

and then we get the guns.

When do your parents

come back, by the way?

- Couple days.

- Okay.

Okay.

So we take the guns

and we split up.

And then we kill

each other until

there's only one man standing.

Okay.

There's four different

videos, right?

Now on each one, one of us

is cleared by the others.

So, whoever is

the last one alive

destroys the other

three flash drives,

takes the one where he's

innocent to the police,

and not only does he get to live

but he gets away with it.

Okay, now you guys can speak.

- You're a dumb ass.

- Yeah, I don't know man.

- That is the stupidest

thing I have ever heard.

Ever.

- Okay, David, well maybe

you'd rather get treated

with a little lethal injection.

- Well I think this

new idea of yours

is completely outrageous

and unrealistic.

- Nothing is realistic

anymore, David.

We're f***ed.

- And what, playing

some suburban version

of Assassin's

Creed is your plan?

- Well David, when you put

it like that it sounds dumb.

- Well, how

would you put it Scott?

- Dude.

I'm just trying to fix this.

Or at least try.

I mean I was looking

that sh*t online, dude.

Like I even looked

up sh*t about people

that cops wasted just

because they were in

the wrong place at the

wrong f***ing time.

If you look guilty,

you're guilty.

- You looked sh*t up.

That's like going online

when you're a little sick

and some website tells you

that based on your symptoms

you have cancer when all

you really have is the flu.

- Carlo, do we have anymore pot?

- My body just

crashed into the wall.

- Can I please hit that?

- F***.

What the hell was that?

- Chill, okay?

- Oh sh*t.

- Tyler.

Tyler!

Seriously?

I know you're here.

You're still mad at me?

- I don't have time

for this right now.

- What?

- Hey, what do you

think you're doing?

- Looking for

David, have you seen him?

- Why do you

need to talk to him?

- I need advice on

music for the party.

David?

- Hey, you can't see David.

- Why not?

- He's...

He's in his room with

a chick from school.

He'd just be

embarrassed if he knew

anyone else was here right now.

- That's adorable.

- Yeah, whatever.

- You sure I can't stay?

- Yeah, you gotta go.

- Don't come tomorrow

if you're still

acting like an ass.

- Yes, but one of us lives!

- So we just go at each

other like hit men?

- What the f*** are you

not getting about this?

- This plan!

And Tyler, this is stupid.

It really is.

- This is

seriously the best thing

that we can do right now.

- You have no clue

what you're talking about!

- And you do!

Suddenly, you're

the f***ing expert

on what to do when

you kill a child.

- No, but apparently

you are now!

Important announcement.

Vegas police say

a 12 year old boy

who went missing last night

still hasn't returned home.

Bradley Holt was reported

missing this morning.

His parents are urging

anyone with information

about his whereabouts to contact

the Las Vegas Police

Department immediately.

- Holy sh*t dude.

Oh we're f***ed.

- Relax, relax, we knew

this sh*t was gonna happen.

- But now it's real!

Now it's f***ing real!

Hey I gotta go, I

gotta get out of here.

- Hey, no one's going anywhere.

- Carlo, let's

just take a breather.

- Hey you stay away from me!

- Carlo calm down, hey Carlo!

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