King & Queen

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

"Calm down and keep driving!"

"Easy for you to say! I didn't see you blow a cop's brains out!"

"Kintrell, please. Just try to calm yourself down.."

"Give me a moment."

There was a ringing tone.

More ringing.

"Pick up! Please, fucking pick up!"

"Hey man, what's-"

"We're coming over to your place, this is serious."

"A-alright! I'll-"

The call was hanged up with the sound of a window being rolled down.

"The hell are you doing?!"

"We can't keep our phones on us for too long. They'll track us that way!"

"Oh my fucking God, Jess! I need to tell my family!"

"Fuck that! Just keep driving to Ed's place!"

King
&
Queen

"No offense, but you're terrible at setting up dates. I mean, who suggests a movie and then a restaurant?" Jessica sat across from her date, eating through her plate of ribs.

The woman was wearing black knee torn jeans, a black jersey shirt with Kintrell's leather jacket on.

"Says the girl who's tearing through those ribs like you haven't eaten in years."

"Fuck off." She joked and sat back, staring at her date.

Kintrell smiled softly. "Still a better date than just chilling in the house and watching Netflix, right?"

"That would've meant sweatpants and chips. That sounds like heaven than having to put on jeans and a jacket." Jess replied, chuckling.

Kintrell chuckled and looked at his plate of demolished ribs.

"Speaking about me, I didn't notice your face!" She started to laugh.

Kintrell chuckled and stood up while wiping his barbeque covered face. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Jessica nodded and stood up, following him out.

The two got into the steel black Cherokee Jeep and drove off into the starry night.

The sky was illuminated by the stars, the moon, and the road lights.

Jessica was looking out her window, smiling softly at the great date and the beautiful sight of the stars.

Kintrell was focusing on the road until he noticed the car was sliding towards the right. Kintrell yanked on the wheel, pulling the Jeep towards the right.

The sudden pull made Jessica lift her head and looked over at her lover.

"Ice," Kintrell spoke simply.

Jessica softly nodded and noticed a police vehicle speeding towards the jeep.

Kintrell noticed as he sighed heavily. "Gonna pull us over for avoiding ice?" He joked.

The officer flicked his lights on, signaling the two to pull over.

"What'd I tell you?" Kintrell joked and started to pull over against the snow-covered sidewalk.

The officer stopped behind the vehicle and stepped out, walking towards them.

Kintrell relaxed in his seat because he learned the law. It was one of his first things to do if he were gonna ever be in the real world because of what his family and people online have said about the cops and them possibly being racist or mad with 'power'.

The officer stepped in front of the window, waiting. Kintrell sighed softly and rolled down the window, looking at the officer, who immediately shined his flashlight in Kintrell's eyes. "Do you know what you were doing, sir?"

Kintrell looked away quickly, shielding his eyes. "No, officer, please tell what I did."

"You getting smart?"

"No, just genuinely confused." Kintrell chuckled.

"License and registration." The officer ordered.

Kintrell sighed and opened his glovebox.

The officer quickly opened Kintrell's door, attempting to pull him out.

"The hell are you doing?!" Kintrell yelled.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Jessica yelled, getting out of the vehicle.

The officer shoved Kintrell down, aiming his gun at him. "You're under arrest for the attempt of murder over an officer."

"I was just getting my registration papers you crazy fucking freak!" Kintrell yelled, about to stand until the officer slapped him with the gun, dropping him to the floor.

Jessica slowly approached the right side of the officer. "Put down the gun!"

"Back off!" He ordered, aiming at her.

Jessica shook her head. "What you're doing is against your rules and regulations! You can't just force a person out of their car because you think they have a weapon!"

"Shut up!"

"Make me, bitch!"

The officer stepped closer, about to pull the trigger until Kintrell tackled him against the car, making him shoot past Jessica.

The officer tried to fight the man, but Kintrell held him down, freeing the gun from the officer's hand. The officer immediately grabbed his baton whacking Kintrell across the face.

As Kintrell was recover, the officer slammed his weight into the man, punching him in the chest repeatedly before he shoved Kintrell on the floor.

Kintrell immediately took the gun and aimed at the officer who was about to swing his baton again, but he fired.

He didn't miss, he was trained for years to shoot, only because he would use it for self-defense, and Kintrell shot the officer in the head. That was an excessive portion of self-defense.

The officer dropped onto the floor beside Kintrell, the blood pouring out of his head as his shocked expression was stuck on his face, staring at Kintrell.

Jessica slowly approached Kintrell and helped him up. The two were frozen with shock, not knowing another plan or idea of what to do with the body or even know how to escape their predicament of a date..