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

Patrick's house

He pulled himself off of me, and I saw my father standing at the door way. I looked up and Patrick’s face went pale. I laughed to myself quietly.

“Hi daddy.” I said brushing off my shoulders.

His brown eyes looked down at me and his curly hair fell perfectly in place. He wore a fake smile and his face showed of worry. I wonder to myself of a mere second what was wrong, but I didn’t ponder on it much longer because he didn’t care about me so why should I care about him?

“Hi.” He droned and walked past us without another word. I just got up and almost started to cry. I turned my face away from Patrick and I felt a tear fall out of my eye.

He pulled my face towards his. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You see what I mean?! He doesn’t care! He is hardly here! He’ll be in his office for an hour and then walked back out to go back to the school to work on his lesson for tomorrow! He just doesn’t care!” I felt another tear fall from my eye and I tried to turn my head away from him. He kissed my lips softly. “Don’t leave me please….” I whispered softly.

“I won’t.” He whispered back and held me close. “I promise I will never leave you.” He looked up as I did when we heard my dad’s footsteps. “How about we go someplace else?” He was talking to me like you talk to a confused five year older and for some reason I wasn’t mad I just looked at him and nodded.

He pulled me up and I slowly followed, not caring where he took me. He led me outside into his truck and he started driving. I didn’t question anything I did. I gave him basically my life. He held my hand as he drove off.

We pulled up to a white apartment building with dead grass and decaying flowers. It homely looking, but I found it somehow peaceful. I guess because I was used to a big house with big things and being alone in a big world.

He pulled into an empty parking spot and got out of the truck. I smiled softly and looked around as I stepped out of the truck.

“This is nice.” I smile. I could feel myself light up and I was filled with amazement. I had never seen anything so small and cute. Everything in my life was big and if it wasn’t it was thrown out or away or to the side. He didn’t say anything but just started to walk away and I followed shortly behind.

He opened the door to the first home that was connected. He waved me in after opening the white chipping door. I followed in and stumbled at how perfect a small home’s inside could look.

“This is my home….. I know it’s smaller than you’re used to but-” He murmured under his breath but I stopped him from going on.

“It’s perfect. It’s nice and small and amazing and I….I….I….. Wow.” I was so taken back. The colors, the liveliness, the perfection of such a small space, the realization that something small could be so perfect; it was breath-taking.

This was the moment in the movies where the camera would spin around and just look at everything around them. I felt like the camera. I was running back and forth looking at the light and the bathroom and kitchen and just how I wished I could stay here forever and ever. It made me feel human, it made me feel alive, it made me feel noticed, and it made me smile brighter than ever before.

I finally made my way down the hall and saw a bedroom.

“I found your bedroom!” I screamed with a little laugh. I could hear him running down the hall to where I stood, so I ran into his room and onto his bed.

He stood in the door way out of breath as I just lay there on his bed. I laughed at him softly.

“What are you laughing at?”

“How funny it is how you’re the one who caught me, yet you’re the one out of breath. I thought you were a real cop.” I smirked.

He jumped onto his bed next to me and whispered in my ear. “You must have forgotten I still have the handcuffs and you are lying on my bed.” He winked and I felt myself turn red.

I went to get off of his bed but he pulled me down into a kiss. I felt his lips moving and I moved mine along with his in rhythm. Everything about him felt so right. The only bad part of this was he was a cop and I was a criminal. He was an adult and I was still only seventeen. I had a boy friend, yet this didn’t stop me. No one would approve but by the way we kissed neither one of use cared.