A*M*E*R*I*C*A(Cricky)

You Girl...er boy?

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Johnnie's POV:

"Alright boys, I need to get some things done while we're here in the city. So when you're done at the station feel free to explore the city. But be careful and don't lose each other. I'll call you when I'm done so don't go wondering too far off." Manson gave us some instructions as we stood in front of the police station. Kyle and I both nodded making sure our phones were on high volume as Manson drove off. We both looked at each other and smiled slightly. I knew Kyle was nervous but so was I. I was never the brave type, living in the streets you're on your own and are afraid of the world. I was just lucky I had Kyle by my side now.

We both walked into the station and I looked around at the large building. There were cops in uniform,  a few people in handcuffs and some people sitting on their phones. Kyle bumped into my arm grabbing my attention and I chuckled nervously.

"Let's just get this over with Guilbert." Kyle sighed as we went up to the front desk. There was a man typing on the desk wearing a navy blue uniform. He had short brown hair and a fresh cut beard and mustache combo. He looked up with his olive green eyes and smiled at the two of us.

"Hello. What can I do for you two young men today?" He spoke in a deep voice. Kyle was the first to speak.

"Hi, we came to file a missing person file." The officer nodded, his face turning more serious as he took out a folder and pulled out a form.

"Alright, I'm just going to take you both to the back so we can have more privacy to finish the form. Follow me please." The officer lead us both to a small room with a steel table and a few chairs. Kyle and I sat next to each other while the officer sat in front of us. He took out a pen and began asking the questions.

"What is the victims name?"

"Ricky Olson." The officer wrote the name down.

"Alright and how old is Ricky?"

"17." I spoke out, my voice coming out more like a whisper. He nodded.

"Height? Weight? Race? Brief description?"

"About 5'6, 140 pounds. Caucasian. He's kinda pale, shoulder length black hair, pale blue eyes, and two lip piercings." The officer wrote everything down nodding as he did. I looked over at Kyle who glanced over at me with a smile and wink. I smiled back feeling a blush creep up to my face. What? Am I blushing?

"How long has Ricky been missing?" Manson specifically told us not to mention the fact that Ricky ran away because we didn't want him to be locked up for being out of control.

"He's been missing since yesterday. So a day now." Kyle sighed. He sure does sigh a lot when he's nervous.

"Okay, if you have a photo of Ricky to give us so we can print out the flyers that'd be great." I nodded and took out a small photo Chris had given me of Ricky. It was a picture of him backstage before one of his performances holding a milkshake. His face was clear in the photo so it should be good enough. The officer took the photo and stood up..

"You boys wait right here while I send this photo to the others to get printed. In the mean time if you have any idea where he might be or who was involved in his disappearance fill out this sheet." He set down another form and a pen before he stepped out of the room shutting the door behind him.

Kyle looked over the sheet picking up the pen and bit his lip.

"Okay, so we just gotta give them a description of Kuza. Hold on I'll call Chris real quick." Kyle pulled out his phone and called Chris who picked up almost immediately. After Kyle wrote down what he was told he thanked the tall man and hung up.