by fly away. » Tue Aug 06, 2013 12:50 pm
Evan stared down at his feet again, he hated to have brought Alec into this. The owner pointed at Alec, "Sixteen," then he pointed at Evan, "Twelve." Evan was shuffling his feet, trying to look like an innocent child. Maybe his age would help him get past a jury with ease. He would still go to Juvie, but maybe it would be a lighter sentence. He glared up at the cop after a moment. "You can't take Alec, he was returning it, you know.. Doing a service to the store.."