Naughty Little Teens [PLUS | Anthology]

"Better than him blowing his whistle at us for 'skating too loud,'" Leo replied. Suddenly, a flashlight beam cut through the darkness.

The boys froze. They didn't run—not yet. They watched from the shadows of a large hydrangea bush as the elderly man stepped onto his driveway. Crunch. Pop! Pop-pop! naughty little teens

"Yeah," Leo agreed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Next time, we’re using the giant googly eyes on his trash cans. That’ll definitely restore our bad reputation." "Better than him blowing his whistle at us

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the old oak trees of Miller’s Lane when Leo and Sam met behind the abandoned hardware store. To the rest of the neighborhood, they were just two fourteen-year-olds with oversized hoodies and scuffed sneakers. To the local shopkeepers, however, they were the "Miller’s Lane Menace." They didn't run—not yet