Killian drove down the road, heading to the town’s police station. The ride was quiet and awkward and I sunk in my seat, staring out the window and feeling like I always ended up being in his jeep after doing something embarrassing.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” Asked Killian, breaking the silence and making me flinch. I nodded, desperate to fill the heavy atmosphere with something and reached over to turn on the radio.

“Crazy in love” by Beyoncé started playing, my body stiffening at the lyrics.

Got me looking so crazy right now, your love’s,
Got me looking so crazy right now,
Got me looking so crazy right now,
Got me hoping you’ll-

I cleared my voice, quickly changing the station.

“The Crush” song by Twaimz started playing.

Hush, hush, hush
Blush, blush, blush
You are now my big fat crush
I’m single as I can be
You’re single, perfect for me
I’m gonna give you a bunch of reasons
Why you should date me
Reason number one – I’m super hot
Reason number two – she’s super not
Reason number three – I’m all you got
And all you got is someone hot-

My face turned red at the lyrics and I quickly changed it again.
But for some reason, none of these songs were helping me right now.

“Love you like a love song” by Selena Gomez started playing.

I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
And I keep it in re-pe-pe-peat

I held my breath and turned off the radio, leaning back against my seat and scrunching my face, internally screaming on the inside.

“Maybe we should just drive without any music,” I murmured in a small voice.

“So um, Jones,” started Killian, making me immediately panic.

“Can we not talk about it?” I asked in a strained voice. “Please?”

Killian frowned, looking slightly upset, but didn’t push it. After accidentally confessing to him in his room, he leaned in and kissed me, pulling away and telling me that my lip gloss tasted like cherry with that irresistibly dashing smile of his. But before things could get too steamy, I pushed him away and told him to stop.

Of course he’d be confused, I mean, who wouldn’t?! He probably thought that I’d be happy to be kissed by someone that I liked, and I did, (I really, really did), but I promised myself that today was the day that I’d end my feelings. That’s not how emotions probably work, but I had already promised Eshe and myself.

So being the courageous and fearless boy I was, I then ran out of his room and waited for him downstairs, which brings us to now; this very awkward situation.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride and I felt slightly relieved when we reached the police station, which was quite paradoxical considering that we basically came here to commit a crime.

I took in a small breath, squeezing my clammy hands as I stared at the rows of police cars.

I was about to open the door, but Killian leaned over and closed it, looking at me with a frown.

“Don’t you think that we should talk about what happened earlier?”

It didn’t even take me a second to reply. “No.”

“Jones-”

“Can we hurry and save your friend? The sun’s almost setting and I need to go home,” I involuntarily sounded snappy and cold, and tried to open the door to leave, but he closed it again.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Your friend is in jail,” I tried to remind him.

“Francis can wait,” he argued sternly.

I pursed my lips, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m not mad Killian.”

“Are you upset?”

I eyes hardened as I swallowed thickly. “No.”

“Sad?”

“N-”

“Depressed?”

“Can we go? Please? I don’t want to sit here, arguing about the fact that-” I bit my tongue and quickly turned around, opening the door and got out of the car. Without waiting for Killian, I briskly walks towards the police station, but stopped at the entrance. I bit my lower lip but couldn’t find the courage to go in there alone, so I decided to wait for Killian who took his time. He looked at me and raised a brow.

“I don’t want to go in there alone,” I mumbled sheepishly. He chuckled, giving out his hand.

“It’ll make us look more like a married couple,” he pointed out. “I mean, we did just have our first quarrel, didn’t we?”

He then stopped, probably realizing that this wasn’t the best timing to be flirting with me, but before he lowered his hand, I quickly took it.

“For your friend,” was all I murmured. I couldn’t find myself to look at his face, but I think that he smiled. And so we went to the front desk, with our hands interlocked.

The lady looked up from her computer and plastered a smile on her face. “Hi, how may I help you?”

“We’re looking for our son, Francisco Kohl,” said Killian. The lady nodded and typed something into her computer.

“Your son is in cell 140, I’ll take you to him,” she said. “But I’ll need to see your ID’s first.”

Our ID’s?! I completely forgot that they had to check our ID’s, and even if I did have mine with me, they’d bust us right away since my last name wasn’t Kohl.

Killian secretly gave me a small squeeze, naturally pulling me closer towards him.

“My wife forgot hers, so would it be okay if I only showed you mine?” asked Killian, working his magic as he spoke in that attractive, husky voice of his. Despite the fact that the lady was probably 10 years older than him, she immediately started to blush.

“O-O-Of course not,” she said, quickly adjusting her hair.
I frowned. I know that I wasn’t really Killian’s wife, but hypothetically speaking, I wasn’t liking how she was looking at my hubby. I securely wrapped my arm around Killian’s, and he pursed his lips as if he was trying not to smile.

He handed her a fake ID and the lady looked at it with a smile. “Aw, you two adopted him? That’s so sweet.”

I could feel guilt crawl up my spine but forced a smile.

“Alright, now all you have to do is sign here and here,” she instructed, handing Killian his ID back and giving us each a piece of paper. We signed it and she put it into one of the drawers before grabbing her keys and standing up to show us the way. I was surprised, yet, concerned by how easily she was fooled. As we followed her down the corridors, Killian leaned towards me, lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

The lady stopped in front of a cell where a handsome Asian boy laid on a bed that was clearly too small for him, listlessly throwing a tennis ball in the air. He had dark, black hair that slightly curled and wore cargo pants and a black tank top that revealed his muscular arms and intimidating sleeve tattoo.

So he’s Killian’s best friend?

“Francisco, your parents are here to pick you up,” said the lady, catching his attention. He turned towards us, eyes widening as he saw Killian.

“Kill- I mean Dad!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The lady unlocked the door and he stepped out, noticing my presence. “And er, mom?”

“What kind of greeting was that?” Snorted Killian, roughly tousling his hair. “And jail? Really?”

Francisco let out a sheepish chuckle. “Yeah, sorry, won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you always say,” he grumbled. While the both of them started to chat, the lady looked towards me.

“Oh, you’ve got something stuck in your hair,” she noted, removing whatever got caught in it, accidentally pulling my wig along with it.

Our eyes widened in horror as she stared at my wig, blinking blankly.

“Dude, that lady just snatched ma’s wig,” murmured Francisco weakly. The three of us shared a look.

“Run?” Asked Killian weakly.

“Run,” Francisco and I both nodded. And before you know it, we started running down the corridors as fast as we could.

“Hey wait!” shouted the lady. We heard her bark orders into her walkie-talkie. “I’m going to need backup in corridor 9, I repeat, I’m going to need backup in corridor 9. There are two boys and one girl on the loose.”

I’m not a girl!

“I thought you said that everything was going to be fine!” I cried as we turned around the corner. Killian just laughed.

“I thought so too,” he chimed. He and Francisco didn’t seem to comprehend how much trouble we were in, laughing endlessly as if there was no tomorrow.

Did they not realise how much trouble we were in?! Or that we were being chased by a bunch of policemen?! IN A POLICE STATION?!

“Hey, who’s the hot chick?” snickered Francisco, nodding towards me as we continued to run. Really? That was all he had to say at a time like this?!

“Oi, back off,” growled Killian, pushing him away from me. “Go find your own wife.”

“GUYS!” I shouted frantically, my eyes widening at the number of policemen that were chasing us.

I was starting to lose my breath, my legs not as strong as the two giants who ran like cheetahs in front of me. Killian noticed that I was falling behind and scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he continued to run with Francisco.

I clutched onto the back of his shirt, trying not to get sick while they ran out of the building. When we made it to the parking lot, Killian sat me in the passenger’s seat and Francisco hopped in the back. Before any of us could put on our seatbelts, Killian stepped on the pedals and we zoomed out of there within seconds.
I tried to catch my breath, my heart racing as adrenaline pumped through my veins while Killian and Francisco continued to laugh as if this was something that they did on a daily basis.

“It’s been a while Kiki,” grinned Francisco, leaning over and sticking his head out from between our seats. “I see that you’re still as reckless as ever.”

“Says the guy who got himself in jail,” snorted Killian, inserting his seatbelt with one hand. Francisco rolled his eyes and ignored him, turning his attention towards me.

“You still haven’t introduced me to your pretty little friend,” he noted, still thinking that I was a girl.

“He’s not my friend,” grunted Killian in a husky tone, sounding almost possessive as he pushed Francisco’s face away from mine. “He’s my wife.”