Curing His Artist Block|ON HOLD|

08|Wig And Thread

Chapter Eight

Wig And Thread

Nichole Byers|The prankster

They locked me up.

Again.

I've been in this mall prison for four hours, Nelly left two hours ago after she got a call from her mom and told us it was a family emergency.

Sam stayed, I guess he wanted to see how this would go. He waited in the office with the mall cop. They called Nina a while ago, and I was dreading her arrival with every bone in my body.

After getting caught they made me get a stupid mug shot. It was quite annoying staying in this damn cell when the officer wouldn't let me say a word.

Le sigh.

"I'm hungry!" I whine loudly, Sam looks up form his cards and raises an eyebrow in my direction. Him and the damned officer were playing go fish like they were old friends while I'm rotting in this freaking mall jail.

"Could you keep it down! Your gurdian will be here soon." The bald man said without glancing at me.

I frowned even deeper. "But I've gotta use the bathroom."

"For the hundredth time kid, use the bucket!" The man yelled, turning to me with a glare.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Nichole, just use the bucket."

Would you use the bucket? Huh, sam?

I turned to the smelly brown bucket kept in the corner and gaped at him. "I. Will. Not!"

They both groaned in annoyance and I crossed my arms against my chest. "Fine, do you want a new bucket then?!" The mall cop yelled.

"Whatever! If you end up smelling something repulsive don't blame me!" I sass. Sam gives me a freaked out look just as the officer's phone rang.

"I have to go, I'll be back in a few." He says as he drops his cards and rises to his feet then his eyes turn even more serious. "No funny business while I'm gone." He left and closed the door behind him.

Sam got up from his seat with a yawn, stretching his long arms above his head, revealing some part of his sculptured abs. I quickly looked away and heard him walking to my cell.

When I looked back forward I could see him giving me a smirk through the metal bars. "You know, I've got to admit that inspired me just a bit."

I gave him a nasty glare and walked backwards till my back hit the cell wall. "Glad to know I helped." I reply, a smirk pulling at my lips.

"That was pretty funny." He says, a small smile on his lips.

"It was fun too." I add crossing my hands against my chest. "They are so going to band me from the mall." I say and we both laugh a little.

After I sobered up I notice Sam giving me a smile, it was the genuine smile that I haven't seen in years. To admit, I kind of missed it.

I later noticed we were just staring at each other in awkward silence. "You know you didn't have to do all that right? It was all unnecessary." He says.