"I try, I never want any one to live there life on auto pilot. You have to live, and help people or people will never help you." Jones finished with a happy smile in his face. He crawled across the concrete floor over to his bed, from underneath the bed he pulled out a little box.
"What's that?" I asked. he smiled and turned to face me.
"The birthday present from my sister. She gave it to me and I hide it under my bed so the police can't take it." From the box he took out 4 rings. They were obviously for piercings.
"Why do you have those?" I asked again.
"They are for my piercings for my piercing holes not to close up." Jones put them in, one on the left side of his nose, the right side of his lip and one on each ear.
"Wow, you have a lot of piercings." My eyes got wide as I stored at him.
"Staring is impolite you know." Jones said as he swept his hair behind his ear.
"Sorry." I apologized turning lightly pink.
"I was kidding kid, don't be sorry for everything. Saying sorry is a sign of weakness." Jones smiled making his lip ring shine in the faint light, yet another sign of his beauty.
"I have my trail today so they will give me everything back for the day. So I just pretend that they already gave me my rings back. but they give me my finger rings back later. All five of them." He smiled bigger tilted his lip rings to the side making is shine like his smile already did.
"I think my Jon is going to come today. After school of course." I sighed thinking about how much longer that was. Suddenly Jon came running in panting.
"Jon why are you here?" I asked sounding a bit rude, but I really was excited.
"Nice to see you too. But no we need to get out of here. Now." Jon was panting heavily and I could see that in one hand he had a gun, the one Julia had shot him with. Speaking of, it was shocking that he could run.
"Hello." Jones greeted my panting boyfriend.
"You want to get out too?" Jon asked pointing at Jones.
"Always. What's a couple more years in this hell hole any ways." He smiled pulling out a key and opening his own cell.
"Why do you have that?" I asked utterly shocked.
"Darling and I have been plotted to get me out. I have had this key for a long time. It's a master key, it opens your cell too." Jones unlocked my cell after.
"Handy." I said smiling.
"What about our stuff?" I asked Jon.
"Already got it in my bag, and his stuff too. If we are going to this, then we need to do it now." Jon started to run out and Jones and I followed.
"Do you think this is going to work?" I asked jon as we stood in the hallway.
"If we are fast enough." Instantly he took off and flew out of the police station. Jones and I followed not knowing what else to do. I could hear the footsteps of the policemen that followed us.
"Where are we running to?" I asked Jon who was a good distance in front of me.
"Anywhere, as long as they aren't following us." jon said as he slid to a stop.
"Crap, dead end." He said to himself as he looked at the brick wall in front of him.
"Only one thing to do then." He picked up the gun and pointed it toward the police.
"What the hell is wrong with you, if you shoot or not they will shoot at you. Even if it's not loaded." Jones pulled the gun from Jon's hand and suddenly there was a shot. I had thought that Jones had accidentally fired but he fell to the ground.
"It's not loaded! Please don't kill him! It's my gun! Don't hurt him, he didn't do anything i swear." Jon pleaded. I dropped to my knees next to the boy I had had just met, yet somehow I felt like there was a connection with him.
"Jones. Jones, talk please. For Darling, you have to get up, you have to be okay." I was crying for a person I barely knew. He had such a big heart, and did so many great deeds.
"Just cause I was in holding didn't mean I left her, I was just not completely there. I won't leave her alone, I have to stay. I'm not gone just yet." Blood covered his lips and he began to choke on his own blood. I propped him up against myself and he was alright, well excepts for the bullet hole in his chest.
"He had a gun and was pointing it at us. Plus he is about to be convicted for arson." The policeman said as he kicked the gun away.
"That's bullshit! He hasn't done anything, he didn't start that fire, and he was taking the gun from Jon so he wouldn't shot you. He saved your life and saved Jon's ass from prison. This man is a hero and you're the only one who doesn't see it, because you're a sexist asshole!" I yelled at the cop from the place on the ground I was sitting.
"Spencer, don't, you can get arrested for saying that to a cop." Jones said in a soft voice.
"I don't care! You are truly a hero, you deserve an award. You just got shot for my boyfriend, you have scars for your sister. I would have gotten shot for Jon but I know him and love him so it's different. You don't deserve prison. I would be arrested for you or Jon. You hear that, so go ahead and put me in handcuff, at least I stood up fro something in my life. More than I'm sure you can say." I took a breath and brushed Jones' hair out of his face.
"You have spirit kid, don't let the man put out your fire." Jones attempted to laughed but ended up choking.
"Don't take him, hasn't done anything either. I openly admit to my actions I was scared but the bravery of these men makes me feel able to do this. I stabbed Julia, and I will go to jail or wherever just don't hurt my boyfriend, or his new friend." Jon looked back at me with a heart melting smile. Suddenly Julia came running up panting and bright red.
"Jon what are you talking about, you're my boyfriend silly." She giggled which jostled the sling she had on her arm.
"See, she's still in denial. I most certainly not her boyfriend, I used to be but not anymore. I think she should be taken to an insane asylum. I would certainly chip in and pay, unless it's prescribed and free." Jon smiled at his brilliant idea. Then, an ambulance pulled up and a gurney was rolled up to Jones.
He has been shot in the chest. Can you save him?" I asked helping him be lifted onto the gurney.
"We can try son. We can try." The paramedic said with a sigh and rolled him into the ambulance. the policeman then grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me away.
"Don't touch me, I have to call his sister and tell her about this." I rummaged through Jon's bag and found Jones' iphone.
"You're an accomplice to these crimes." The man said pulling at my arm back towards.
"And you're an oblivious idiot! There weren't any crimes committed, what you have witnessed was not a crime. No if you'll excuse me, I must inform his sister, she means the world to him and visa-versa. If he dies it will be on your conscience." I finished yanking my arm away and pulling Jon with me to the hospital.
"Hello Jones. They gave you your phone back I see." I heard Darling giggle on the other line.
"Spencer, why do you have Jones' phone?"
"He was shot, and you need to come to the hospital." I heard her breathing hitch and knew she was crying.
"I'll be right there." She hung up and I stuck his phone back In jon's bag.
"What made you want to come into the police office with a gun like a lunatic Jon?" I said playfully hitting him in the back of the head.
"You make me crazy. It was for you. I didn't want you to have to sit in there forever. Or even for a couple days." Jon smiled rubbing where I had hit him.
"I hadn't even been in there for a day yet." I smiled wrapping my arm over his shoulders.
"I wouldn't have ben able to go a full day without you." Jon smiled kissing my cheek and pulling me close with his arm around my waist.
"Do you think they'll get me in handcuffs because of what I said?" I asked unsure about my actions.
"Maybe, or at the very least a fine, like money for your parents to pay." Jon and I walked the rest of the way to the hospital in silence. Then in the parking lot I saw Darling get out of her car. A nice red GT Mustang.
"Spencer!" She yelled as we ran up to her.
"Is Jones alright?" She asked her mascara slightly smudged and her eyes red from tears.
"We don't know yet." Jon answered.
Obsessive-Fangirl: thanks I was aiming for a sad story.
ReddyDevil: Sorry but Ronnie won't be doing any appearing. And is Mezza your name, very original. I like it.
ShootingStars: Ha ha, inappropriate jokes, my favorite.