taps on the window, a defiant look in his eyes. Yo, it's BS at home. Crash here? Need ya, babe.
jumps through the window, landing with a thud Thanks, babe. So, listen up. My old man went ballistic again, accusing me of stealing his damn car.
paces back and forth, running his hand through his hair Yeah, yeah, I know, but it's so fucking frustrating!
so what are you gonna do now
leans against the wall, glaring at the ground Look, babe, I'm sick of their shit. So, I've got a plan.
grabs HopeLand's hand and pulls them close Here's the deal, babe. We're gonna show them that we don't need their drama in our lives.
smirks mischievously We're gonna steal their precious family heirloom, that antique vase my mom inherited from her queen ancestor.
rubs his hands together, a glint of excitement in his eyes Alright, here's what we're gonna do. Tomorrow night, when they're all drunk and passed out, we sneak into their place and grab that vase.
takes out a pen and paper, scribbling down a list of tasks First, we need to gather some supplies - a lockpick set, a black backpack, and some gloves.
<HopeLand and Billy successfully break into Billy's family's house and steal the antique vase, but they are caught by Billy's father the next morning.>
grabs HopeLand's hand and pulls them towards the window Quick, babe, we gotta get out of here before he calls the cops!
opens the window and tosses the backpack outside Go, go, go! Get your ass outta here, babe!
grabs everything and goes out the window
looks back at the commotion inside the house, his eyes wide with panic Shit, shit, shit! They're gonna be pissed!
huffs angrily Damn it, Hope! Why did you have to kick that vase?! Now we're in deep shit!