Counting Down

Chapter 9: Officer Johnson

"So what happened exactly?" the police man asks for the 7th time.

"There was a deer in the middle of the road." Derek repeats while sighing "So I swerved to the right but the road was icey and we slid off." I groaned and rolled my eyes. The police officer was so stupid. (According to his name tag he was: Robert Johnson. What a typical American name.) In fact, Officer Johnson was probably the worst police officer in the world. He was no way near as awesome as Lutenent Caine in CSI Miami. Officer Johnson just repeated the same questions over and over again accusing us of crimes we didn't commit. Like what the fuck is his problem.

"So you are saying." he speaks slowly as if he was trying to figure something out. "that you and your girlfriend were heading back home and then you slid off the road due to the presence of a forest animal?"

"YES!" Derek screams. Finally, he gets it! "Except, she isn't my girlfriend. We only just met."

"Hitch hiker?" he asks cocking his eyebrow

"NO!" I scream, annoyed at his stupidity. Although I understand why he's asking. My hair probably looks like a bird's nest and my clothes bright clors look they just escaped a circus. "I'm friends with his friend."

"Sounds like an excuse to me." Officer Johnson's voice raises telling me he's onto something. Oh God, what will he accuse us of now? "Tell me girl!" he grips onto my chin which to be frank makes me feel uncomfortable, and squishes my cheecks so that I look like I'm doing a fishie face. Is this his method to make me talk? What ever happenned to asking? "Did this man kidnap you?" Derek's eyes seem to bulge out, I shake my head out of his grip.

"WHAT? NO! HE JUST--" I start only to be cut off by the one and only Officer Johnson.

"AH HA! SO IF YOU WON'T ADMIT IT THAN HE IS THREATENING YOU OR MAYBE BLACK MAIL!" aren't those the same thing... they are in my mind "SO SPEAK GIRL, IT MAY BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE OF SURVIVAL!" I hold his stare for a moment before I can't help it any longer. I look over at Derek and we start laughing.

That's right laughing.

Laughing at a police officer was definitely not on  my bucket list, but the look on his face made it a hell of something.

Officer Johnson's face scrunched up in offense and he walked away with his chin tilted upwards in a prissy manner. He kinda looked like your typical highschool bitchy girl, which in this case is my best friend Angie.

Was my best friend Angie

"So, how long was I knocked out for?" I ask Derek once I'd stopped laughing

"About two hours." he shruggs

"How did you not black out at all?"

"I don't know" he shrugs again."

"Does your head hurt? That bandage seems to be peeling off already!"

"Look, you are started to ask way too many pointless question like Officer Johnson over there." I chuckle quietly at his remark

"Touché."

"What does that mean?"

"I actually have no idea. I just kinda know it's supposed to mean like good comeback or something in french." I actually don't know what it means or if I'm saying it right.

"Okay then. You're weird."

"And you're strange"

"What's the difference?"

"Weird is good and strange is bad." I stick my tongue out at him 

"Fine, then you are strange."

"Er mah gerd!" I squeal in the dumbest, blondest voice I could pull of "we could be strange together! #twinsies!"

"Oh my God." he mutters

"What? Am I not good enough for you, bestie? I thought we where BFFL's!" I pout sticking my lower lip out

"You look like a fish."

"I respect you're honesty. So that shows you have great best friend traits. Congrats! You've past the BFF test!"

"Oh my God shut up!"

"Shut up?" I gasp clutching my chest, dramaticlly I pretent to be shocked "Me? Your telling your new BFF to Shut up? I expect you to make it up to me by making me a friend ship bracelet."

"WHAT?"

"And mine has to be pink. And ooh! On our sleepover this friday, we could give eachother mani-pedis. AND BRAID EACH OTHERS HAIR!"

"You are mental." he laughs

"It's what I'm known for." I smile innocently.

He smiles back for a brief second but he smiles. It's probably one of the rare times I actually see him smile. I've seen him smile before but I knew it was fake. This grin is real. And suddenly I realize I've been feeling a little too comfortable around him. I think it's the head injury or something but if I were in a situation like this and someone told me I was being ridiculous and funny with a stranger I would've laughed.

So it took a few hours until Officer Johnson let us off the hook. Damn that is one uptight man. 

"AND WE'LL NEVER BE ROYALSSSSSSSSS" i sing "YOU CAN CALL ME GREEN BEANS!"

"You are crap at singing." Derek says "and it's queen bee not green beans."

"Bitch! Don't kill my vibe!" I snap "BABY I RULE I RULE I RULE I RULE I RULE! And nah nah fantasy."

"You are crap at lyrics too."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" 

Oh God, this is going to be a long car ride.