3 am; joji miller

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     I pushed the door open to my apartment and George and I walked in. I was still feeling a little awkward about the whole hand thigh incident at the restaurant, but it was clear that George was a little tipsy.

     "So Rose, what do ya say we watch a movie?" He asked and collapsed onto my couch, taking his hat off.

     "George, sweetie, I would, but I've got to get up in the morning. So do you, because you promised me you'd help," I said and stood in front of him, hands on my hips.

     He sighed and looked up at me. "Okay fine, but at least give me a hug before you go to bed," he said and held his arms out. I rolled my eyes at his request, but bent down to hug him. I felt his arms wrap around me, and next thing I know, I'm on top of him on the couch.

     "George, seriously?" I said and pried his arms off of me, which he just wrapped around me again.

     "I don't want you to go," he said and looked up at me.

     "I'm sleeping in my bed. Sorry Georgie," I said with a smile.

     "Please?" He said and gave me a puppy dog look.

     I sighed and looked at him. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. Let me go change into something more comfortable, and we can chill out here for a little bit. And then I'm going to bed," I said.

     "Okay fine. But at least stay out here until I fall asleep," he said.

     "Are you a little kid, scared of the monster under the bed?" I asked, standing up.

     "Monster? Where!?" He said jokingly and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I went into my room and changed into a comfy sports bra, a huge t-shirt that says 'fuck off' on it, and my flannel pajama bottoms. I walked out to find George, stretched out on the couch.

     "Come here," he said and held his arms out. I walked over to him reluctantly and sat on the edge of the couch. He glared out me before pulling me down on top of him. I was laying on my stomach on him with my arms up around his neck.

     "We could pass as a couple, you know?" He said mockingly. I closed my eyes.

     "Drunk George, just got to sleep," I said and let out a heavy sigh.

     "We'll find a job tomorrow. Even if I'm hungover," he said.

      "Mhmm," I mumbled. Only a few minutes later, I could tell he was asleep by his steady breathing. In, out, in, out.

     I was going to get up, but I didn't want to wake him. Or maybe I just didn't want to leave him.

-

Knocking. Loud knocking. I woke up and found myself still lying with George. I shook him so he woke up. When he finally opened his eyes, I put a finger up to my lips, so he wouldn't say anything.

The knocking stopped and I looked at him. He had heard it, because he was looking around for the source. I slid off of him and he stood up with me behind him.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

We both looked to my front door. It was coming from there. I check the clock. 3 am.

I took George's arm but still hung around behind him. He held me close to him as we inched to the door. Before we could get any closer, my door was busted opened.

"Get on the ground! Both of you! Right now!"

George and I both dropped to the floor. While we were on our stomachs, about ten men marched into my small apartment. They carried guns and were wearing black uniforms and masks.

"What the hell is going on!?" George yelled over all of the chaos.

"Shut up!" The same man yelled and hit George's back with what looked like a nightstick.

He winced at the pain and I did as well. All of the men lined up in front of us, aiming their guns straight at us. Two men, one behind each of us, pulled us up harshly and sat us on our knees.

"We have reason to believe that the two of you are part of a drug cartel here. We're taking you down to the station. Tomorrow we'll decide where you will be going from there," the man stated matter of factly.

"But we didn't..." I began to plead, but the man behind me shook roughly to shut me up. I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the time.

They forced us up and out to the swat cars. They pushed us into the back of one after they handcuffed us. We were sitting across from each other on the small and very uncomfortable seats. A few of the men crammed in next to us.

I looked at George and he looked at me. I guess he could tell by the fear in my eyes that I was terrified. "Everything is gonna be okay. We didn't do anything. We'll get our one call and call the boys to come get us. They can't arrest us if they don't have rock solid proof," he said reassuringly, but it didn't help much.

-

"Ian! Wake up man! We need your help. George and I are in trouble," I said into the phone.

"Wh...what's going on?" He asked, sounding very tired and groggy.

"George and I, we're down at the precinct. Apparently we're part of some drug cartel. Please, come get us."

"And none of us thought you could get any hotter. Alright, I'm on my way."

"Shut up. And thanks."

I hung the phone up and the guard lead me back to the cell that George and I had been trapped in. I sat next to him, on the inner corner, him on the outside of me. We weren't the only ones in the cell, and not all of them looked trust worthy.

"Damn I've got to pee," George said and began looked around.

"Ask a guard if you can go," I said and looked at him.

"I don't wanna leave you here by yourself. I don't like the looks of all these people," he whispered to me so nobody would hear him.

"I'll be okay for the five minutes that you're gone. I promise," I said. He sighed reluctantly and stood up. He got the one of the guard's attention and he opened the cell and stepped out. I sat there, alone, in the corner of a jail cell. I began to bounce my leg, because it's something I've always done.
  
     "What's wrong with you? You nervous 'bout something?" A guy asked me. He had been sitting on the other side of George, but a little further down on the bench. The man slid a little closer to me.
  
     "N-no, I always do this," I stuttered. I tried not to make eye contact with him, so maybe he'd leave.
  
     "You know your boyfriend? Yeah, I don't know if you know, but he's been in here before," he said, changing the subject quickly. It caught my attention and I looked at him.
  
     "What're...what're you talking about?" I asked, actually beginning to get nervous.
  
     "This ain't the first time I've seen him in here. Sure he doesn't recognize me, but I sure recognize him."
  
     "Do you know why he's been in here? Can you please tell me?"
     
     "I don't know everything. But ask him who he was selling to this time. Maybe he hasn't learned his lesson. But ask him."
  
     I heard the creaking of the cell opening. The man moved away from me, and I retook my original position in the corner. George came and sat next to me again. "Everything alright?" He asked.
  
      I simply nodded and leaned against the wall. Ian needed to get here quick.