What It Looks Like //C.D

1. It Looks Like Jail

F R E Y A

"It could be worse." Cameron whispered from beside me.

I glared at the ground, as the cop kept lecturing us.

"This is the first and last time you two should be out doing these things." The cop grumbled, pushing me and Cameron towards the police car. The radio kept blaring.

"What did you find Sam?" The voice in the radio asked.

"The kids from the party scrammed, though it looks like we caught one underage drunk and his girlfriend vandalizing." Sam the Cop spoke into his walkie talkie thing and then held out the door for me and Cameron to get into.

I had no willpower to even contradict him.

"You're both lucky this is your first offence, next time you'll be facing a judge." Sam said from the front.

"You're letting us go?" I asked hopefully.

"After a night in jail yeah." He answered.

"No no no." Cameron groaned. I turned my attention to him. He had his face buried in his hands.

"My hangover's gonna be a nightmare if I don't sleep on a proper bed." I sucked in a breath.

"Are you really worried about that now? We're going to jail!" I hissed. Cameron shrugged, his face still in his hands.

"Priorities." He mumbled. I huffed.

Soon enough we'd reached the station. The garish lights glared down on us as the cop pulled us into a black couch. For the first time I looked at Cameron.

He had dark hair tousled in a messy way, brown eyes and slightly tanned  skin. He was admittedly cute, but right now his expression resembled someone's who smelt something nasty as he stared at his shoes. He looked oddly familiar. Suddenly his face shot up to meet mine.

"Wait a second, I know you." He said, cocking his head sideways. "You go to Waterfront College right?"

"Yeah. I do." I answered.

"That's why you looked familiar! What major?"

"Art. You?"

"Music."

"C'mon lovebirds I don't have all night." Sam interrupted, striding towards us.

He pulled Cameron by the arm and tugged him down the corridor and thrust us into an empty jail cell. He quickly unhooked our hands from the handcuffs.

"No sex." He snapped, pointing a finger at us before stomping off while I glared at him.

"Goddamn it." Cameron mumbled from across me. "Now I'm never gonna sleep well."

"This is all your fault you know." I told him before I could stop myself.

"What?"

"This," I motioned at the bars. "Is all your fault."

"My fault? No no this isn't just my fault it's your fault too." He told me. I let out a bark of laughter.

"Please it's your stupid party that got the cops here."

"It's not my party it's my friend Matt's. And yes it's your fault too." He informed me. I glared at him.

"That's funny the last time I checked it was you who pissed on my painting so it was you who made me late to finish."

"Yeah but it was you started the painting in the first place so you would've gotten arrested anyway but I could've scrammed with my friends." He shot back.