One Page Stories.

Maybe Next Week.

Max and I were sitting side by side in the filled up jail cell, our shoulders touching each other and our knees propped up on the edge of the bench we were on. My hair was pulled back into a long braid and Max's short pink hair was down in curls to her shoulders. Her eyes were closed like she was thinking, so i didn't say a word to her other than when i tried to make a bad joke. That failed, so i just went to being a mute and ignoring everyone who was all around us. There were drunks, fat guys with bloody knuckles, even some high kids who were a little younger than us. Now, what kind of a crime could get two eighteen year olds stuck in jail for the night, you may ask? Maybe it was the way that Max had smart mouthed her way into a set of handcuffs and a taser in the back of her thigh. Or maybe it was the way we went skinny dipping out in the middle of a creek where there was a public walking trail, we had ditched our clothes there and had called it a natural bath that was ice cold and smelled like nature. Could it possibly had been the murders that we had done to all of those people that had made our lives a living, breathing hell? I don't think that's the one. When we got dragged in here, both Max and I were only in our panties and bra's, but we had a blanket around us to keep us somewhat covered and warm. Max still had the handcuffs on behind her back so she had tied her blanket around like some sort of kid would if it were a sleepover and the blanket were a bed sheet. Max was able to somehow get her arms bent around in ways that i didn't know were possible and got it so her hands were in front of her instead of behind. My nose itched, my feet were cold and the nail polish on my right thumb had just started to peel off right after we had gone swimming. Max almost seemed like she was too shy to be able to do anything but under all that bull, she was actually as strong as one of the officers that had picked us up. Her nails were sharp, her jaw was like one of an alligator, and she had enough sarcastic remarks to make anyone in this very building blush as dark as a cherry. On the outside, she seems like she might be someone who is rather weak, but don't get me wrong. In fifth grade when someone took her bag of valentines (Yes, on valentines day.), she hit them so hard over the head with a book their head had knocked into the white board and he had a concussion. When we were in freshman year of highschool, she beat a kid with a yardstick for mentioning how her date to a dance was a girl. All you heard about that kid was that he now needs a back brace. I watched as anyone who tried to get close to her other than me, she would growl and i would smile. One guy wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and she didn't do or say anything which was shocking due to the fact is smelled horrible and was at least five sizes too big. I nudged her with my shoulder and her eyes opened to give me a friendly smile, then a wicked smirk. "Maybe next weekend we can rob a bank, yeah?" She said as she kissed me flat on the cheek.