"Okay, we go to Hailey's place," Dylan says and the boys leave.
On the way there Tim more then often brags about what he's going to do to her when he finally gets a chance with her. Dylan just nods in approval and has a few ideas of his own, though he doesn't share them with his friend. When they arrive at Hailey's her mom is just walking to her car.
"I'll be back by tomorrow, if anything comes up you call me okay?," the woman says, waves and drives off.
Tim rubs his hands, "This is perfect, Hailey's parents are divorced so we have all the time to have some fun."
The boys carefully made their way to the house. Taking a peek through the window they see Hailey is talking on the phone. Probably calling one of her friends as she's talking loud and fast. Tim has made his way to a window that's still open and already starts to climb inside. Dylan wanted to call him back, but realizes it's already too late anyway. He follows his friend and they are both in the kitchen.
"What do we do now?," Dylan whispers.
"Give me the gun," Tim says quietly.
The boy hesitates, his friend didn't use it before what if he messes this up. They could get in a lot of trouble. Tim looks at him questioning. Dylan sighs and gives up the device. They both head over to the living-room and peek around the corner. Tim starts aiming for his price right away. Hailey didn't hear them coming in and is too busy on the phone to notice them at the doorway.
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