Sunflower

Fuck You Watson

"Everleigh Thorne," the social worker sighed, holding the bridge of her nose in dismay, "You have a month until you turn 18, can't you just behave for that long."

I rolled my eyes, propping my elbow up on the desk, and leaned my cheek against my hand, "Well, if officer..." I glanced behind me at the police officer who brought me in, "Watson, didn't bring me in again; you wouldn't have to worry about me."

"You're a ward of the state, I'm required to worry about you," Mrs. Murphy said, looking down at her briefcase. "You are my responsibility, and I need to know that you are safe and not getting yourself into trouble."

"Mrs. Murphy. Murph, you know for a fact that I don't get into trouble. I'm a decent kid," I said with a slight smile on my lips.

"Everleigh... You and I both know that's a whole ass lie," She sighed, "Just yesterday, you spray painted May and Justin's car. They were housing you, giving you food, keeping you clean, and giving you a roof over your head, yet you decided it would be a good idea to go and paint a giant sunflower on their car!"

"Hey! That's artwork, and I'll have you know that it was quite a lovely painting." I crossed my arms in front of me. "I like to express myself, and you just need to let me be."

"Umm, you do realize that is called vandalism, right?" Officer Watson stated with a raised eyebrow.

I rolled my head backward to look him in the eye, "No shit, Sherlock!" My words dripped with sarcasm.

"Hey! Fuck you, Watson!" He said with a big belly laugh.

"I am almost positive that phrase was supposed to go the other way," I grinned, " You know since your name's Watson."

Mrs. Murphy just shook her head but couldn't help herself, and she chuckled. "Alright, you two, let's get back to the task at hand. Everleigh, you are fortunate that May and Justin are not going to press charges. They do want you to clean the car and pay for a new paint job."

Officer Watson just shrugged his shoulders, "You kind of deserve this, and things could be a lot worse than they already are. So with that being said, I have a friend who needs their house cleaned. They are willing to pay good money and set you up to work at their café for a while. At least they are in the mood to give you a job. I would take them up on their offer as quickly as possible."

"Thanks, Watson. Am I free to leave now?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're free to go. Stay out of trouble and go to school for once!" He yelled as I began walking out of the station.

With slow steps, I opened the station door and bumped into something or someone.

"Excuse me. I didn't see you there."

"No, I'm sorry I was the one not paying attention." He bent over and grabbed my phone that I didn't even realize was on the ground. "Here, I think you dropped this. I like the phone case, by the way, it's beautiful."

"Thank you. Sunflowers are my favorite. They are so bright and beautiful. It's like they just make the world a brighter place." I said enthusiastically.

He nodded, "I've got to get going. Again I'm sorry for not paying attention to where I'm going. Have a good day."

"You as well," I smiled at him.

I strode down the steps of the station with a little pep in my step after the encounter. The guy was handsome and had a bright white smile. The kind that could make a heart skip a couple of beats. I wish I would have asked for his name.