Keaton VS. Luke {Emblem3 and 5SOS}

The Cop

Or so we thought sirens.
I bowed my head and shook it, smiling.
Roaring around the corner, music and bass absolutely blaring, was my cop friend from Thousand Oaks. She pulled in the driveway in her Rally Fighter, which sat about as high as my jacked up truck. My Ford F-350 extended cab V8 with true dual exhaust, with the sickest blue pearl paint job. Baby sat two feet off the ground with a leveling kit.
The bass stopped and so did the roar of her own vehicle (hers isn't a truck) then she got out and came walking up the yard, up the steps, and right into my home. Hey, we're practically sisters.
"Well well, isn't this a lovely crowd?"
She was a Looney Tune I tell you, the craziest and weirdest besides myself, and let me tell you the biggest way we differ. I'll chill in my lifted truck with my blue jeans and cowboy boots, with one of my Southern Girl shirts, drinkin' some sweet tea and watchin' the sunset, my truck covered in mud from mud boggin' (gotta drop those g's I tell ya'), and she is the EXACT opposite. Like now- I had time to clean up and get dressed before she got here; my gray Southern Pride T-shirt, my favorite pair of blue jeans with the holes everywhere (gotta love 'em), my boots, and my hair straight with a flip in my bangs, and my make up (foundation and my black eyeliner). And here she comes, strolling through the door in all black (as usual), with a Bring Me The Horizon sweater on (I live in northern Cali, and it is November after all, so it is a bit chilly today), some black skinny jeans with horizontal rips, and what she calls Creepers (platform shoes with a 1 and a half inch sole). She wore her black sunglasses today, and had her hair teased to hell and back; big and spiky, but it looked good, that was black on top and gray on the bottom. Her nails were the same dark purple/plum as mine from when she was here a week or so ago to hang out.
"Got you your own personal male strip team here aye?"
I laughed at her. Definitely made me think of their "She Looks So Perfect" song where they were just about to take their pants off at the end and it blurred out. I know I was pissed off about that. I wanted to see Luke's..... never mind.
Anyone else with me?
"Go look at my room." I pointed her down the hall. She left and I knew by her yell that she had seen it.
"Holy shit! Banging or what Braina?" (It was one of her various nicknames for me)
"Or early-morning-window-crash-and-set-my-room-on-fire." I said.
"Well, looks like Mr. Hemmings here is to blame for that?" She edged into his face.
"I said I was sorry, or at least tried to, a thousand times. Pretty Blondey back here wouldn't let me speak."
He jerked his thumb at me.
I was taken aback. Pretty Blondey? Man has seen me with terrible bed head, no make up, in my laziest excuse for night wear, and I'm a Pretty Blondey? Oh yeah...
Koda laughed and looked at me.
"Is there anyway we can pay you back Brianna? Anyway at all?"
"No,"
"Oh no hell you don't." Koda jumped in. "Look. The least you guys can do is clean up your mess. Replace the window, the curtains, whatever needs to be replaced. That's what you can do."
"How do you know I wasn't going to say that?" I asked.
"Because you are gonna ask Luke if he can take you on a date."
This is what my brain said: I'm gonna murder you. I'm gonna kill you, and murder you, and chop you up into little pieces and burn you, I'll freaking do it!
And apparently my eyes relayed the message in what Koda calls the Volcano-with-lazers-pew-pew thing, which is really just me staring her down.
Luke nodded. "Yes, I'll be delighted to."
"No, don't say that just because it was implied." I said.
He shook his head and rolled his lip ring with his tongue. His eyes were bright and honest looking. "No really. I wanna take you out on a date. You do deserve it after the shit I put you through."
Koda was smiling at me over her glasses.
"Okay." I blushed.
We sat there in somewhat happy silence.
"So, you're the cop friend?" Michael asked.
"Yes sir." Koda nodded.
"You don't look like a cop to me."
She leaned in close to his face. "But I do have the cuffs to prove it."
Michael smiled.
This is just insane.