Finding The Idiot

- Cops -

"I'm too pretty for prison."

"Shut up!" Malia and I yelled at Tyler.

"Rude." Tyler whispered.

I get up from my spot and walk towards Tyler. I squat down to his level. "Listen, if you do not shut up, I will put you to sleep early. Got it." I whispered while showing Tyler my fist.

Tyler slowly nods and scoots back, terrified. And to think he was the tough guy that was suppose to protect us.

I walk back to me spot and sit down. I'm just done with life.

Confused.

Well, that's normal let's just rewind a bit.

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It's getting late and we are still at the mall. Tyler got hungry, so we decided to go to the food court. More than that everything currently is normal. Maybe.

"We should go home."

"Home?" Malia and I said at the same time.

"We came here for Hunter, not to live here," said Malia.

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Let's leave."

Malia and I both agree and we walk to the car. When we get closer I noticed two shadowy figures standing pretty close to it.

I freeze in my spot and Malia grabs Tyler's hand. "Hey, look," Malia whispers to Tyler.

Tyler looks over to the car and narrows his eyes. He calmly walks to his car and like the idiots we are, me and Malia follow him.

"Hello, fellas!" yelled Tyler at the figures.

One of the figures steps closer. "We want the girl."

Tyler steps in front of Malia and I. He looks at the guys and says, "What girl?"

"The one behind you," he answers.

Tyler turns around not even looking at us. "Where are they?" He then smiles and says, "Have you been taking acid?"

"No we haven't. Give us the girl if you want to live."

"No, say the magic word."

The guy looks back at his buddy and looks back at Tyler. "Are you being serious?"

"Of course. Say the magic word."

The man let's out a sigh. "Please."

Tyler looks at me and looks back. "No, the magic word was daddy, but I'll give her to you."

"Really?"

"Nah, go find someone else."

The man reaches in his pocket and takes out a knife. Malia and I look like we just saw Jesus, but Tyler doesn't look phase at all. He looks extremely calm.

He even starts walking towards the knife. You know, the sharp thingy that is meant to cut food, but people love killing.

He walks up to the man and says, "Hey, that's so cool. Anything else you have in your pockets."

I really think that Tyler has a dead wish. What kind a person goes up to a knife? We all need to go to church or maybe a conscious.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

"No, but I think your a joke."

The guys face turned extremely red and if this was a cartoon then there would be steam coming out for his ears. He tried to stab Tyler in the stomach, but failed miserably.

Tyler grabs his arm and slowly started to twisted. The man started to grunt in pain. While all of this is happening Malia is taking steps backwards with me.

I notice the other buddy reach in his pocket and put out a gun. He points it at the direction of Tyler and the guy.

I snatch my arm away from Malia's grasp and run to Tyler, which probably isn't a bright idea.
I push Tyler out of the way and the gun goes off.

I look back and see the guy shot in the back, dead. I look up at Malia running up to me. I look up to see the man gone and sirens.

It was at this moment, I knew. I fucked up.

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It was complete chaos. Once the police came here it was an open party. The FBI, police and the fucking S.W.A.T. team came for a death.

Now, I may not know a lot, but I'm a little positive that this situation shouldn't be to big.

Am I right or am I right.

The police instantly hand cuff Tyler and then Malia had to make it worse by jumping on the police guy's back and slapping his head.

I got hand cuff by laughing. Laughing at the scene. Not the murder scene, the other one, you know.

We're in different cop cars and I was literally waiting for the song Bad Boys, from Cops to randomly play when they were putting us into the car.

Just imagine the scene and I'll sing the song.

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for youuuuuu

Man, Cops is my guilty pleasure next to Keeping Up the Kardashians.

Anyway, let's get back from where we started.

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"I'm too pretty for prison."

"Shut up!" Malia and I yelled at Tyler.

"Rude." Tyler whispered.

I get up from my spot and walk towards Tyler. I squat down to his level. "Listen, if you do not shut up, I will put you to sleep early. Got it." I whispered while showing Tyler my fist.

Tyler slowly nods and scoots back, terrified. And to think he was the tough guy that was suppose to protect us.

I walk back to me spot and sit down. I'm just done with life.

We have been here for way to long than I wanted to be. I'm hungry. Not even a shocker.

Four hours without a freaking snack brings out godzilla in me. Like the Snickers commercial. Have you seen it?

If I was a cannibal, I would eat my arm if I have to.

"When are we leaving?" asked Tyler.

"If I knew I would tell you, but you see I'm in a holding cell," said Malia.

"I thought girls are suppose to be in one cell and guys in another," I said.

Malia and I look at Tyler. "You're a girl." We said at the same time.

"No I'm not I have a di-"

Tyler was interrupted by a loud ass bang. I look up and see the sheriff opening up the cell.

"You are all bailed out."

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This chapter is way more better than the last one.
If y'all enjoyed this chapter, you know what to do.
I'm going to try to update every Sunday and probably the chapters will be shorter, but probably not.

Anyway
See you later alligator.

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- December 4, 2016 -