Played.

19. "It's A Long Story."

We were in a holding cell; Marcus, lying across the bed, with his feet up against the wall, resting his head on my lap, and me, sitting nervously, with my legs folded on the bed. We had been in here for the past half hour, waiting to be released.

"Sorry about that." The officer, who arrested us, called out.

Marcus swung his legs around, off the bed, as we both jumped up and made our way to the barred door.

"There was a drug bust at the party, and we were told to assume that everyone there was involved." The officer approached the cell, unlocking it, and letting us out.

"You're free to go." He unlocked our handcuffs. "There's a phone over there, call anyone you need." He pointed down the hallway.

"Thanks."

We speedily walked away from the horrible little cell, going straight to the payphone.

Marcus inserted a quarter, which the officer had given on the way out, and waited.

"Hey, um, I need you to come and get me...no...from the Police Station...it's a long story...I'm not...it was a mistake...no...just come and get me, please?...and don't tell mom...thanks." He hung up.

I followed Marcus as he went through the Station and out the front doors. He sat down on the wooden bench that was in front, I did the same.

I took out my phone, looking at it. It was one fifty-two in the morning.

"Thank God we don't have school tomorrow." I sighed.

"That would be hell."

"Worse than that."

"What's worse than hell?" He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Being stuck in a cell with you all night." I smirked, poking his side.

"Shut up you." He poked my nose, making me wrinkle it.

"I'm tired." I yawned.

He opened his arms, putting them around me, pulling me tight. I put my arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. "Comfy?" He kissed the top of my head.

"You make the best pillow." I closed my eyes.

"Thanks?" He chuckled, confused.

I must have drifted to sleep, because I felt light shaking and someone flicking my face.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up."

My eyes crept open, to be met with a sight that made me smile; Marcus' face grinning down at me.

"Well, hello there, Princess."

"Hi, peasant."

"Our carriage is nearly here."

"Awesome. I want my bed."

"Am I not a good enough pillow anymore?"

"Still the best, but I need as bed as well as a pillow."

"I see." His gaze left mine, and he looked ahead. "Our carriage."

"Yay!" I stood up, smiling.

My smile soon disappeared as I saw Justin storming toward us.

"What the fuck are you doing at the Police Station?" He yelled.

"I told you, it was a mistake."

"Bullshit! What kind of 'mistake' gets you caught up here?"

"Justin, it's fine. We're not in trouble."

"Not in trouble my ass." He got closer and lowered his tone. "You will be when you get home."

"You said you wouldn't tell mom."

"And I won't. You will." He prodded Marcus in the chest.

"No."

"I guess you don't want a ride home then." He turned his back.

"Justin."

"Either you tell her, or I do." He threatened, getting in Marcus' face.

Justin averted his attention from Marcus to me. "Don't you stand there, looking all innocent."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I spat.

"Cuteness doesn't work on me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Stop acting clueless, babe."

I cringed at the name.

"Marcus ends up at the Police Station and you happen to be here too?"

"We went to a party, together."

"And you just magically end up here, without doing anything? Nice try, honey."

"Justin, drop it. Can we just go home?" Marcus cut in.

"You're in shit, bro." Justin walked back to the car.