maddox / kid
â     people call this driving, huh?â the grin settles easily over his lips as emerald hues chase the car racing across the screen cradled in his palm. itâs rounding the trackâs perilous left turn for the twenty-fourth time when his patience meets its breaking point and heâs closing the video with the idle click of his thumb. âthose nascar guys make thousands driving in circles and rubbing bumpers all day, but me? iâm lucky if i can afford my own drinks on a friday night, and i can drive backwards on the freeway without even approaching another car.     itâs fuckinâ w a c k. âÂ
     the blonde sighed, â well, one criminal to another, â she started, looking over at the screen before back up at him â what they do is legal. and boring. â she said. hanna wouldnât trade her world for another. it was too exciting, she tried the legal route for what she enjoyed and it left her mind dull and her ambitions unfulfilled. â obviously, iâm not the person to talk to if you want a pay rise so whatâs your point? â












