(a short story) It wasn't her fault that a guard caught her spray painting at one in the morning. Well, maybe it was, but that didn't mean that she appreciated being stuck in a holding cell with Aidan Bellamy. He wasn't typically the person you'd see in a holding cell. He was more of a straight A's and joining the Band Club kinda guy. Her on the other hand; Well, let's just say she's the kind of person who'd rather shoot her foot than join Band Club. As much as either of them know, there's nothing significant that they have in common. Except for their obvious disregard for rules. [updates every week]