Jacob stood up, adjusting himself. They always got so close but not close enough. If tension was between them last night then it washed away already and was filled with love again. That's what happens when you're addicted to something, it can screw you up a million times and leave you cold and alone at night but you'll still love it in the morning.
"Pretend to be organizing my closet, by color, rainbow perhaps why not."
Jacob smirked to himself and lead Troye out of the room, watching him disappear into Jacob's room, probably messing up the closet as they spoke.
Jacob trotted downstairs, policemen filling into his living room Wanda's eyes wide and Jacob remembering the knife he recently picked up.
"Wanda dear! My new collective piece just came in look-"
He cut himself off and looked out in surprise, his grandmother smiling at him quickly.
"Oh. Hello, Wanda put this on the shelf spot we have been saving and we will tend to it later."
Wanda took the knife from him and Jacob approached the policeman who presented him with their demands of searching his home.
"Mr.Bixenman, we know it's bothersome and you're a busy man but it's urgent."
Jacob nodded pretending to think, placing everything in the back of his mind looking for anything that might be suspicious.
"Well that's fine, I have just one request."
They looked at him, eyes telling him to continue.
"My friend Hunter is upstairs organizing my closet, don't scare him too much he gets nervous very easily."
The cop Jacob spoke directly too nodded and let Jacob lead them up to his room. Jacob lead them up the stairs directing the police officers in different directions.
"If you go all the way down the hall, you'll find a set of double doors. That would be my parents room, do not move or steal anything I will know. If you have to move something then place it back where you found it the room is basically being preserved no one goes in there."
The men and women who decided to venture that way nodded at him and spread out and Jacob felt like he was controlling an army for a second, shouting demands at people and faces and he didn't know.
Jacob looked at the tall man who had stood by his side most of the time and smiled.
"Follow me."
He lead them straight to his room pointing out other rooms and what was in them, officers filtering inside in groups to search them.
Jacob knocked on the door and Troye answered with an orange scarf in one hand and the other colors of the rainbow spread out on his bed, laying in their designated piles.
"I've only gotten through red."
Jacob nodded and opened the door to show the police officer. Troye's eyes widened and he looked scared for a second.
"No worries Hunter, you have all day. This is officer...?"
Jacob dragged off awaiting the officer's last name to properly address him. The officer straightened up and looked down harshly at Troye.
"Officer Jones."
"Officer Jones here just needs to scan my room due to the crime we watched this morning."
Officer Jones moved through the room checking under the bed and looking through whatever was still inside Jacob's closet Troye looked at him nervously seeing officers entering and leaving his own room from the open door.
