They're Gonna Give You a Smirk

Gerard was handed a gun from Pete. Pete instructed Gerard that his brother comes home from work around 8-shoot him before his hand can even grasp onto the doorknob.
"Gerard," Dandy whispered, "Are you sure you can do this?"
Gerard and Dandy were hiding in the dark, around the corner from Petes' brother's home. His brother's name was Dale. Gerard had only one shot. And it had to be a good one.
Gerard whispered back, "Why'd you come along if all you're gonna do is try to talk me out of it?"
"I'm not trying to talk you out of it, I'm just asking-"
"Shut up." Gerard said as his eyes laid on Dale. Dale was walking toward the stairs that led to his front door.
This was it.
Gerard walked onto the sidewalk, where Dale was walking. Gerard lifted the gun, pointing it at Dale. It was too dark for Dale to see his death, which was perfect for Gerard. Gerard has a clear shot. His heart was racing, a tear of sweat broke down onto the side of his forehead. His finger laid on the trigger. All he had to do was pull it back-a gunshot echoed through the streets...but it wasn't caused by Gerard.
Dale paused, and fell onto the ground into his own pool of blood.
Gerard panted from the scene he saw and looked up toward another figure on the other side of Dale. The figure also had a gun. The figure said, "Maybe next time." He was directing it toward Gerard.
The figure walked away-out of anger, Gerard could've easily shot the figure and take credit of the kill...but he didn't. Instead, he tightened his jaw and commanded, "Let's go, Dandy."

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Pete looked at Gerard, "Too bad you didn't take the shot. A man who came in after you left was pretty determined. He got the money, you know." Pete smiled at Gerard, "Save your first kill for someone you really hate." He winked.
Gerard stormed out of the garage with Dandy following. Dandy asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not. I'm going to die if I don't get 12.5 grand in 5 fucking months."
Stopping at a corner of a street, Dandy frowned, "What?"
Gerard stopped in his tracks along with her and said softly, "I did some bad things, and I need money. I'm really desperate-"
A car slowly pulled up. A young, blond man with green eyes pulled down his window, "How much?" He said nervously.
Dandy sighed, "I'm not in business-"
"Not you, the guy."
Gerard looked at him before saying, "What?"
The man in the car tucked in his lips, "I've never done this before-but I really want to. I have 3 grand."
Dandy's jaw dropped, "3 grand? For him?"
"3 grand..." Gerard repeated. Gerard walked to the window, "3 grand for what exactly?"
The blond haired man nervously replied, "Um, I don't know-a blow job?"
Gerard was in thought. He looked over his shoulder at Dandy, then back at the man, "This is also my first time."
The man smiled a lustful smile, "That's so hot."
Dandy reached over and pulled Gerard from the window, "What the hell are you doing?"
"It's 3 grand. As I said, I'm desperate-anyway, I'm curious." Gerard grinned before pulling away from Dandy. He hopped into the car with the man, "Alright, let's go somewhere private."

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