My Beautiful, Beautiful Elizabeth.

10-66

I am woken up by a flash lighting in front of my face, it was a flashlight just waving side to side on my face. I can hardly open my eyes.

"Lizzie, I swear if that's you", I say.

"Ma'am, do you know what time it is? Do you know where you are? sleeping on a public bench is breaking the law", The police officer stops shining the light and takes out a notepad. I quickly stand up and try to explain my situation.

"Sorry officer, I was just walking around and I got tired, I must have fallen asleep but ill go back home now", I tell him. I put my hand on my back as it was stiff from the metal bench I was laying on.

"Are you hurt?", he asked, I shake my head no.

"Where is home? I can give you a ride", he tells him and I agree to avoid conflict. I get in the back of a cop car for the first time and I never imagined it being like this. I also realized I don't necessarily know Lizzie's address but he follows my directions, I just remember what streets I turned in.

"You were a long way from home", he says, "you must have been walking for hours, and this late?", he questioned

"Is it not safe?", I asked

"Well you should know don't you live here?", he questioned, I could tell he was trying to interrogate me.

"I had a fight with my girlfriend and I decided to go out for some air, I guess I just got lost in my thoughts", I tell him but he doesn't say anything.

"Violent fight?", he asked, and I laugh

"God no! never that", I shake my head, and he keeps driving until we finally arrive at Lizzie's house.

"Okay thank-"

"Not so fast, my machine is telling me this house is registered to Elizabeth Olsen, the actress ?", he questioned me. Oh no, I see where this is going.

"Yeah...it is", I say

"How could you possibly know Elizabeth Olsen and where she lives?", he asked

"Because she is my girlfriend", I tell him and he scoffs.

"As if, I am taking you to the county.", he pulls out his station radio.

"I got a 10-66, we are in route, over", he says and starts to drive off.

"Woah Woah waits, I am not a 10-66 okay or whatever that means. I know she is like Elizabeth Olsen but we've known each other since college and it's a bit complicated because we aren't public and stuff but you see I write these songs about her and- okay I am not helping myself out here but I can call her to prove it to you", he waves my phone in front of my face.

"I swiped this from you, you left it on the bench but were you really just walking around trying to look for Elizabeth olsens house? at this time? you freaking perv", he says, he closes the window so I can't talk to him anymore. I can't believe this is happening. He drives me all the way to the police station and cuffs me as soon as we get off of the car.

"This doesn't feel like standard procedure", I say

"You are under arrest for loitering and suspicious activities on private property", he says, I refuse to say anything further. we walk inside the station and we go into an integration room. He leaves and comes back with another officer and a bunch of paperwork.

"Ma'am, what were you doing sleeping in a park?", she asks me.

"I took a long walk and I laid down to think and i guess I was tired so I fell asleep for a couple minutes"

"Tired from what? How long did you walk?"

"Tired of walking and I don't know"

"Don't be smart with me", she says in a serious tone.