Trouble. C.S

1.

"Hello?"

"Crims? I've fucked up again,"

"Crims? Who's Crims? You've got the wrong number."

"Oh, for fuck sake,"

"Sorry?"

"Who's this?"

"Uh, you called me?"

"Answer the question,"

"It's Cole, who's this?"

"Who the hell is Cole?"

"Uh, I am. Who's this?"

"It's Camden?"

"Isn't that-"

"No time for questions. I need you to do me a favour,"

"I don't know you,"

"Call this number, 619-462-9382. It's my brother, tell him that I need him too bail me out. He should know what station,"

"Why should I help you?"

"Because I'm too hot for jail? Is that an excuse? Can I use that?"

"I don't think that's an excuse,"

"Oh, please Cole. I didn't really do anything bad,"

"What did you do?"

"Ok, so, I was in Chipotle and there was this guy in the line and in front of him was a gay couple and he was just shouting abuse at them. And as the activist I am, I couldn't let that happen,"

"So what did you do?"

"I threw my shoe at him before throwing my burrito at him. He then started being extremely racist. So I punched him. Then the cashier at chipotle called the police,"

"You did the right thing,"

"I know I did. So, are you going to call my brother for me?"

"Yeah,"

"Thanks Cole. I gotta go, Officer BitchFuck is glaring at me,"

"Bye,"

A/n: First Chapter. Hope you liked it.