"Hey, hey! What are you doing? Old man, get'cho old wrinkly filthy hands off me! Ahh! WHAT THE EFF ARE YOU DOING?!?!" Lysander yelled at the police officer. He literally looked at most a couple years older than him at most. Look who the drama queen is now.

"You are being arrested for... what is he being arrested for?" The guy putting the handcuffs on Lysander said.

While they were moving around and acting like ducks, I just sat there by the couch, in shock of what was happening. I had no idea what he was being arrested for. Or maybe they're taking them back to the mental hospital. Where he belongs. Don't worry, I'll go visit him a few times. I'm not that heartless, thanks very much.

The other guy, the one without having to hold squirming crazily like a chicken Lysander in his arms, whispered something the "old man with wrinkly, filthy hands."

"Oh, yes! You're being arrested!" He repeated.

"For...?" He asked. I had no idea how he stay calm while he was being dragged away to somewhere in which potato chips, er, Cheeze-its, were nonexistent. Taking his snacks away from the guy, in the three months I've known him, it's basically killing him.

I think I remember him telling me that potato chips were the 'cure' for his allergies for exercising. I'm sure he'll be able to convince the police officers potato chips were his medication and that his mom found out about it. Well, now it's Cheeze-its. Just whatever snack he can get his hands on, he'll eat. He must be desperate if he actually did that.

I feel bad for his mom. She probably went to the grocery store ten times a week and it still not be enough potato chips, or Cheeze-its (ugh why did I get him off potato chips? Now I can't remember right. I'm old.... I don't wanna be old!) for him! The guy, I have no idea how he's not three thousand pounds.

Without junk food, he's dead. Someone killed him. Those monster wrinkly old men, Lysander would say. Not gonna lie, those men looked homeless. Lysander wasn't lying about the policeman holding him, he had uncountable wrinkles. For a twenty-year old. Does he not know the wonderful thing called lotion? Probably not.

"Never mind what for. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court." The policeman said. He probably gave up asking the other guy what Lysander was being arrested for.

Court? Oh, I bet, if the police don't kill them, he'll just fake die. It's just too dangerous for a stupid guy like him in court, I'm sure he'll need an English translator. Meaning it's just the important lady at the top yelling at Lysander and Lysander asking the translator what she said.

"Oh. Well then. SAL HAS A WRINKLY OLD FACE!!! LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE FORGOT TO PUT ON SUNSCREEN? OKAY, SAL? YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T CHARGE YOU FOR MY AMAZING ADVICE! SO HOW YOU GONNA USE THIS AGAINST ME? 'ROASTING A POLICE OFFICER?' YOU CALL THAT PROOF USED AGAINST ME IN COURT? OH, MAN, I COULD ROAST YOU ALL DAY IF I WANTED TO! BUT FIRST, GET ME SOME WATER BECAUSE I CAN'T YELL ALL DAY. Hey, what you waiting for?" Lysander asked, jerking his chin towards the policeman that wasn't holding him.

Yes, it looked ridiculous because he was handcuffed so it looked like he was trying to extend his neck, looking like a deformed giraffe. Hmm... I think I'm stepping up my game for insults. Not bad, not bad.

They took Lysander out, and I followed them. At that time, my brain seemed to be working.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you cannot come with us. You cannot ride with the guilty. You must get there with your own vehicle or someone else's. I'm sorry, ma'am." The guy that wasn't dragging Lysander said.

They left me, choking on dust. How rude. I didn't get to say bye. They didn't get to say bye. We all didn't get to say bye. I hope that would be the last time I would ever see those two policemen.

I sat back down. I feel like I should clean the house. We were going to leave anyway, later. Or, I, because Lysander ditched me. For the police. Nice guy.

Oh, well (that seems to be my favorite phrase). I'll just try to nap and wait for the feeling to go away. You better use my advice and do what I'm doing.

I spread my limbs out on the couch and tried to get comfortable.

The door slammed open (What is wrong with people just slamming the door these days? I would even rather them do 'knock knock!' Seriously, though...).

It wasn't the police this time.

It was my mom and dad, with the most serious expressions on their faces I had ever seen.
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"Where's the boy?" Mom asked.

"What boy?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what she was talking about.

"The boy!" My mom repeated.

That helped very much.

"The boy..." Dad said.

What is wrong with them and just saying "the boy?" I knew they were talking about Lysander, but seriously, they could just say something else! Like they could've said, "The guy you stayed the principal's house with!"

"The tall guy!"

"The tall guy... like Harry Styles? Man, that guy is tall." I asked. But seriously. The guy is tall. And I'm not even sure my parents know who Harry Styles is. They're so not caught up in life. Eh. AAAAND they were the ones who passed school without Google, which is saying something. They even need me to sit beside them and help them when they call Grandma. But the thing is, ehhem, I can't understand half the things they were saying. So basically I was just wasting my time.

"Oh, so the guy you stayed with is named Harry Styles? Odd name... I remember seeing him on the news! He's a poem writer, right?" Bruh. I just mentally facepalmed. I don't think I've ever done that before. And I think Lysander would just FREAK OUT if he gets ten feet within a piece of writing. Other than Cheeze-it wrappers. He's somehow okay with those.

"One, he's not a poem writer. Two, I said, "LIKE HARRY STYLES," not, "Oh hey I'm just hanging out in my principal's house with Harry Styles." The man's a celebrity! I can't even afford to get ten minutes away from him! He's a singer! Why would some wacky junior be on the news when he hasn't even gotten an A before? Like seriously." No offense Lysander. But I really don't want to know what will happen to you AND me if my mom actually thought he was Harry Styles and I was friends with Harry Styles. My mom would probably want him over, him over SO much that he practically LIVED in our house! And the guy (Lysander) is a little annoying.

Ugh. Not a little annoying. A lot annoying. There, I said it, happy?

"His name is Lysander. Annoying. Tall. Brown Hair. Football player. Oh, did I say he was annoying? Kinda funny. Stupid. Has no idea what sarcasm is. I think that's it. All the other descriptions of him I have aren't that nice." I told them.

"And you said he's never gotten an A?" Mom asked, with a freaked out look on her face. Maybe she's too used to me getting all As.

"Yeah..." I said.

"Where is he?" Dad asked.

Uh-oh. This might not end well. "Uhh..." I made it sound like I was going to say, "Oh, so funny story, this happened, blah blah blah."

"So, uh he's at the police station." I told them carefully.

"Why?" Mom and Dad asked simultaneously.

I internally sigh. Better tell them now before I get in trouble later for not telling them. You don't wanna know how they ground people. It sucks.

"I have no idea... Two policemen barged through the door, yelling "Spooner!" That's his last name, by the way. Then they took him away and told me I couldn't go to the station with them in the police car. I had to get there myself. Yeah, but the only thing was that I didn't have a car." I replied.

"When did all of this happen?"

"Less than ten minutes ago."

"LESS THAN TEN MINUTES AGO? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Mom screamed in surprise.

"Why didn't you ask?" I said innocently.

Mom sighed, and motioned Dad to go in the kitchen with her while they, as good parents, just left me there, sitting in tension. Amazing parents, needless to say.

They came back, three minutes later holding grim expressions.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, you can't be friends with a criminal. It's for your own good."

And right then, I just realized they were talking about Lysander. And that is what changed me forever.

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