Bobcat

What the Sprouse

Chapter Songs:
Collect Call -Metric
If You Let Me -Sinead Harnett

________________________

Delia's POV:

I was too high for this. I was staring at the other three girls that were sitting in the same small room as me. I had been sitting in a plastic chair for what had felt like hours. One of the girls across from me still had handcuffs on. She had supposedly tried to strangle someone with her sock. I felt like a laughing stock for being in here for something as simple as less than a gram of weed. I felt like the kid that was in detention with kids that actually are supposed to be there, and all I did was walk into the wrong bathroom by accident.

I held my hands in my lap, keeping to myself. The clock on the light blue wall was ticking by slowly. It was almost one in the morning.  I don't know how I was still this high. It had been a while since I had even gotten high. I hadn't seen Cole in almost five hours. I had no idea how he was holding up, or if we were even going to get out of here tonight. I was playing with my fingers staring at the clock, unsure of the next time I'd be outside. The door opened quickly, two police coming in. I sank down lower in the chair as they pulled another female, shoving her down into the chair two down from me.

She was short and stalky. She seemed physically clean of everything, or so I thought until she got up as started walking around the light tiled floor. She was giggling loudly as she slapped her hands against the light wall that was so dirty, it appeared almost grey in areas. She let out a soft shriek of laughter at the wall. One of the cops walked up toward her, wrapping his arm around her firmly before shoving her into a chair. I blinked slowly. Everything was slow and quiet after that with the exception of giggles leaving the odd woman every few minutes. I had never seen the full blown effect of cocaine but I was pretty sure I was looking at it. No one was talking. We sat looking down at our hands or up at the clock.

I had used my one phone call to call Nova, but I got her voicemail. My hand was still slightly throbbing from where I had aggressively hit the wall with the side of my fist. I wasn't sure how long I was going to have to wait here, or if I was even going to be moved somewhere else tonight. I just wanted to talk to Cole, but all I got was the silence of the phone hanging against the matted and chipping wall. I went back to not thinking anymore and sitting in silence.

_________________

Cole's POV:

I was leaning against the wall with the two quarters in my hand. My pockets felt so empty as I slid my hands into the brown canvas material. I rested the side of my forehead against the wall, my eyes closing slowly as I listened to the guy in front of me talk. He was as small as I was. I wouldn't say small. I was fairly tall. I towered over some people, but I meant that he was as scrawny as the pole the phone was bolted to. He was talking to what I was assuming was his mother. I pulled my head away from the wall slowly before rolling my shoulder so my back was against the blank grey emptiness that I was highly convinced wasn't even painted anymore.

He clicked the phone shut with such force, I jumped slightly. Sleep was hitting me hard. I wasn't expecting a kid that small to thrive with such anger, but perhaps that's why he was in here. I heard him mention some girl that he tried to talk to in some back alley behind a club. I made a mental note to not sit back down next to him. I approached the phone slowly as the kid stared me down while backing away. You're not tough. You called your mom. Kiddo, please go away.

My eyes flickered up to the phone as I dropped the first quarter in. I was going to call Dylan, but that sounded like a much better option. She would actually answer. I dropped in the other quarter, my fingers numb and mashing against the dial pad. The phone rang for what felt like a solid year. I swear I could smell spring when the phone clicked, and I heard her voice. It was a small hello, but it was tired and confused. I had never been so grateful to hear my mother's voice.