I'm A Smooth Criminal Officer Fitz (Mr. Blue Squeal)

Free Meal and a Freak Out

He parked in front of a small dinner called Moore’s Munch’s. I sighed aloud and helped myself out of the car. I saw Patrick look at me and I sighed yet again. I hated eating, why did he have to get me food, wasn’t driving me home and taking my weed away good enough? I guess not.

We slowly walked into the dinner and sat down in a booth. I didn’t want to have small talk but her started talking and that incredible voice melted me.

“Why did you go there and buy it.” He asked almost sounding commending like, almost as if if I didn’t answer it he would start yelling. His voice still tasted of a sweet just sour treat but it rang of hate.

“To get my mind off of things.” I said back softly. He wasn’t trying to small talk he was trying to figure me out. He was thinking to himself, and I could tell he was thinking something like why would a girl like that need drugs? Why would she do such a thing?

Almost as if he knew my exact thoughts the next words out of his mouth rang, “Why would a girl like you need drugs? You are amazingly gorgeous, and seem almost perfect. Why would you do such a thing?” He asked. His face almost showed of sorrow but his eyes, those eyes, they showed everything. Whoever said the eyes were the key to the soul was right. His eyes showed of a deep pain, it looked unmatched to anything you could ever feel.

“Because my parents, they don’t pay attention to me. I use drugs to cope. I am far from amazing and I am hideous. I have anorexia, and I am only anorexic because I wanted by parents to care. They only really cared about me the two weeks I was in the hospital. I still refused to eat. The nurse told me I had to eat or they’d put a feeding tube in my throat, so I ate. I came out and stopped eating, yet my parents didn’t know. I do drugs to cope. If you lived my damn life I think you’d understand why I do what I do. You don’t understand how I feel. I look like a skank right?!” I stopped to breathe in. I didn’t let him start but his mouth opened to protest. “Well, I’m not! I was hurt as a young teenager and yeah I may not be a virgin but who the hell are you to judge?! No one can judge me, so take me back to the station and arrest me, because I bet my life on it my parents still wouldn’t give to flying fucks!” I yelled. What had I just done? I spilled my life out to a man I just met, none-the-less the man who just arrested me. I put my head in my hands and whispered to myself, “Why did I just tell you that?”

“You trust me.” He simply said. His yellow eyes glowed of happiness, pure happiness. His smile looked of a simple grin that held its pure happiness.

“Why are you smiling?” I looked up at him with a hiss.

“Because you look so cute mad.” He laughed. His laugh shook me. I sat straight up and stared at him.

“How old are you?”  I nearly bit his head off. He was a police officer trying to flirt with my.

“I am younger than you think. I am only twenty. I graduated at sixteen. I was smarter than everyone thought. I skipped a grade or so.” He smiled.

“Wow.” I sighed. The waitress finally came over to us with a pleasant smile she asked. “What would you like?”

“Um…… I’ll take an order of fries and a small ginger ale.” I said and she looked over at Patrick to ask the same thing but he just shook his head. She walked away. “What?! Come on, you take me to eat but don’t get yourself something?” I hissed. He just smiled and shook his head. “You smile a whole lot.”

He laughed again that breath taking laugh. The waitress came out about five minutes later with my fries and drink. I offered Patrick some fries and he took some. I didn’t eat much of them and Patrick didn’t tell me to eat all of them.

Within twenty minutes of sitting there we got up, Patrick paid, and we headed back out to the car. Patrick started it up and we left so he could take me home.