AN: I forgot to put something like numbers on the black signs they're holding so they just gonna be holding black signs I guess. Amazinggggg

Btw big author's note at the end about what happened or what's happening in my account.

"I'm suing you, your friends, family, your fucking dog, I don't even give a shit if you don't have a dog you're gonna get one eventually and I'm suing it! No one is safe!" Royce raged as we all stayed silent behind the metal bars.

"Where have I heard that before..." Harry trailed off in thought, not even phased with Royce's threats as the pampered, blonde boy left, continuing to rant to the police who nodded, writing down whatever he was saying.

Arlo was strumming his guitar in a blues kind of rhythm, leaning against the wall with his fedora over his face.

"Wanted to save a whale, but it was just a fail." He sang in a sorrowful voice as he plucked he strings.

Dun dun dun.

"And now I'm stuck here servin' time in jail, I got them, 'I-ran-my-friend's-car-into-a-whale-hater's-other-car-and-now-I'm-getting-fined-and-sued' blueee-hoo's...." Arlo did a little high note at the end, quickly strumming as Alan looked back at him.

"Where the fuck did you even get that guitar." Alan questioned, sitting in front of the barred door as Arlo paused his playing, lifting his fedora up to reveal his laid back expression.

"Where'd you get that cup?" Arlo grinned, nodding at the metal cup in Alan's hand causing Alan to glance down at the object in confusion.

"I don't know...." Alan responded, his sentence fading with his confusion before he continued to run the cup across the bars, making clinking sounds.

Polly was still having a panic attack.

"I can't take this! I'm not made for this life, I can't go to jail!" She hyperventilated, fanning herself and pacing back and forth across the small space.

"Babe-" Ethan timidly began from the side.

"Don't babe me!" Polly snapped with a monstrous roar that mad everyone freeze with stunned expressions.

Ethan tried to shuffle closer to me, crouching behind my frame.

"I can't do this! I'm a virgo, I'm too gentle! We've been in here forever!" She cried, flailing her arms in the air and grabbing the bars, desperately tugging the door.

"We've been here for five minutes." Alan remarked from the floor.

"We've been here forever!" She panicked, tears staining her flushed cheeks before she continued to rattle the doors.

"Let me out! Let me out!" She hyperventilated, face scrunched with distress before the police officer standing by easily slid the barred door open without a key, a deadpanned expression on his face as she straightened.

"Oh, thank you." Polly smiled, back to normal the moment she stepped out as if she wasn't just in the middle of a drastic breakdown as the head police officer approached her.

"We're going to have to have a talk with you," He said, his brown mustache moving with every word that left his mouth before his eyes looked past her shoulder over to the rest of us.

"All of you."

           "I'm just a personal chef, the only thing I beat is dough." Alan was the first one in the interrogation room as we watched him through the one way glass windows while he leaned back in his chair, swiveling slightly in his seat with a bored expression.

"I see, so, you've never seen... this before." The interrogator questioned, bringing out a ziplock that contained what looked to be an empty, battered sack of sad flour with the words "Evidence: choice of weapon" scrawled on the plastic bag.

"Never seen that sack of flour in my life." Alan shook his head, running his tatted fingers over his lower lip.

"Is that so, so... this, isn't you?" Mr. Interrogated raised his brow and turned on a video on the tablet in his hand, showing a security camera footage of Harry, Alan, Arlo and I wrecking Royce's car.

Clear as day Alan was recorded whacking the Lamborghini viciously with a sack of flour like it had owed him money as Alan paused, maintaining his calm expression as he let out an "uh......"

"You see but that's not me, that good looking guy with the flour in the video stepped with his left foot first." He gestured to the tablet with an air of confidence as Mr. Interrogator stared at him.

"So?"

"So, I step with my right foot first all the time so that can't be me." Alan shrugged with a grin on his face as Mr. Interrogator gave him a look.

"No way... I didn't know Alan had an evil twin too..." Arlo trailed off from where we were standing as we watched Alan through the glass, his statement causing Harry, Polly, Ethan, and I to slowly turn our heads to look at him.

Harry blinked in realization, squinting his eyes at his brother.

"What the hell do you mean too?"

          Ethan was next in the hot chair, his chiseled expression set in a stone cold mask as Mr. Interrogator shifted slightly in his chair.

"So, where were you when this all happened huh?" Mr. Interrogator tried to hold a tone of authority, making his voice deeper as Ethan sat there, stiff shouldered, tattooed, and huge sitting there in that little chair.

Ethan just glared at the man.

"Are you going to say anything?"

Ethan cricked his neck to one side, continuing his glaring.

Mr. Interrogator shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearing his throat and sipping his glass of water before looking at the reflective mirror.

"Can we get the next person in here?"

"So is this you?" Mr. Interrogator asked when Arlo was in the interrogation chair, his pointed boots and lanky legs propped on the table.

"Yes... and no." Arlo slowly said with squinted eyes as the man looked at him.

"What do you mean yes and no, you were literally caught on camera driving into the car, that right there is you." Mr. Interrogator insisted, replaying the footage of Arlo ramming Polly's Porsche into Royce's Lamborghini repeatedly.

"Yes," Arlo nodded before he paused.

"But like... no...-"

"What does that even mean." The man impatiently snapped as Arlo took his feet off the table, leaning closer with his elbows on the arms of the chair.

"See, physically that was me," Arlo explained, gesturing at the tablet before placing his large hand over his chest.

"But spiritually, that wasn't me man, that's not who I am as a person you know?" He continued with a lazy grin, nodding his head slowly while the interrogator rubbed his temples.

"Where were-"

I shrunk in my seat, crumpling and crying into my hands releasing small, choked whines.

"Miss, all I said was-"

"It's not what you said it's how you said it! You're tone is so mean!" I snapped at him, furiously wiping at my tears while Mr. Interrogator blinked at me with a startled expression.

Mr. Interrogator looked over at the throughway glass window, probably looking at the others behind it.

"Is she drunk?" The man asked the reflection with an incredulous look.

The sound of the intercom turned on.

"Well, she's not not drunk." Harry's voice came out.

"I need you to tell me nothing but the truth and the whole truth about what happened. Understood?"

"Of course." Polly had replied.

"Oh for sure man." Arlo had swore with a raise of his palm.

"...." Ethan had said.

"Understood." Alan had reported with a mock salute.

"Yeah but can we make it quick, I've got an appointment for a back massage with a Swedish chick at six." Harry had checked his gold watch.

"Mhm." I had sniffed, nodding and wiping my nose with my arm.

"So, tell me how it all started." Mr. Interrogator clasped his hands together on the table expectantly, waiting.

"Well it started with chocolate cake..." Polly had recalled when asked the question.

"That's exactly the question I've been thinking about this whole time. Like how did we start, how did we get here on this soil we call Mother Earth..." Arlo had trailed off in thought, a speculative tone to his voice as he furrowed his brows.

"So I was holding this sack of flour right," Alan had begun with a straightening of his spine, holding an imaginary bag in the air.

"I don't like you." Ethan finally spoke up, narrowing his eyes at the interrogator.

"I got a kiss." I hiccuped with a small smile.

"I don't even know these people, never even met them." Harry promised with his hands up as he shook his head.

There was a pause.

"One of them's your twin brother..." Mr. Interrogator mentioned.

"You have no proof."

"He looks just like you-"

"And you look just like Shrek but you don't see me sayin' shit." Harry shrugged with an innocent expression, leaning back in his chair.

The interrogator grit his teeth.

             Rich people really did have magical powers.

Thanks to him and Polly's top ranking Harvard Lawyers, we were released with only a handful of consequences.

Of course Harry payed for Royce's car which didn't leave a dent in his bank account.

Polly and Harry were under house arrest for a good month.

Ethan, Alan, Arlo, and I were banned from the entire Valley Hill district for a year.

It would've been permanent but did I mention Harry and Polly's lawyers were from Harvard?

"Oh wow, house arrest." One of the local neighborhood girls batted her eyelashes, flocking over to Harry who cockily leaned against his front gate.

"That's so badass." Her friend said, biting her lip.

"I mean, what can I say." Harry released an arrogant chuckle, sniffing and scrunching his nose as he sent the girls a charming grin.

"He's enjoying this." Ethan remarked with Polly hugging his waist as we waited to be escorted out of the neighborhood by the local security.

"He really is," I said, watching the girls giggle at something Harry had whispered to them, a pleased, dimpled smirk on his face while they hid their bashful smiles behind their hands.

"But I owe him." I breathed out, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck before I walked over to him.

"Such a badass, how will the bad boy ever survive under house arrest in such a large mansion with a trampoline, pool, bowling ally, and fast wifi." I shook my head and slowly clapped, approaching him as the girl's smiles dropped into bitter scowls while Harry turned his head to narrow his eyes at me.

"Wow, don't really remember inviting you to this conversation." Harry quickly remarked, eyeing me, his gaze flickering over my body with disdain before settling back on my face as I released a small exhale.

"I just- I want to say I'm sorry... and you know, thank you for what happened today." I said, shifting on my feet as he blinked at me, his face unreadable while I raised my hand to pat his back or rest it on his arm, only for me to rethink it and just awkwardly pat his broad shoulder with an uneasy smile as he just stood there in discomfort.

I dropped my hand.

We just stared at one another before I decided to leave, turning until I felt him stop me by looping his long ring finger through the loop of the back of my jeans, tugging me to him.

"Next month when my house arrest is over, we need to talk. July first, we meet up at the diner on Agril Street, don't forget." He whispered into my ear, so quick that I could've sworn I was just hallucinating because the next second he released me, as if nothing ever happened before he turned his attention back to his awaiting fangirls with a sparkling smile.

"See you then." I said in thought, my voice so soft that I knew only I could hear myself  as I smirked, watching Harry before stuffing my hands in my pockets and walking away.

                In the midst of working two jobs and a few shifts at Ethan's bar along with visiting my nephew on the daily, July came a lot faster than I expected.

I was sitting at a booth in the diner on Agril Street, peering down at the breakfast menu before I heard someone take a seat in the booth right behind me, our backs facing each other as the person shifted.

"How was time in your house arrest?" I casually asked, not taking my gaze off the menu knowing it was Harry behind me as he released a small, low laugh.

"Pretty tough actually. I couldn't go golfing in the main field so I had to use my personal mini golf park in my mansion." He scoffed, actually serious.

"I don't know how you ever made it." I said, our menus covering both of our faces.

"Oh shut up. Anyone follow you here?" Harry's hushed, paranoid, voice asked as he slumped lower in the booth, probably looking around to check the perimeters.

"No, you?"

"Nope." Harry whispered back, pretending to be caught up with the menu in his hands as I let out a small breath of relief.

Usually hanging out wouldn't be such a big deal.

But Harry and I had never met up with one another without Polly and Ethan unless it had something to do with our friends or just that one time when it was to pick up his car.

We were extremely business like.

Aside from now, our first time meeting up together without everyone else because... I guess because we needed to talk.

"So that kiss." Harry casually said, flipping through his menu.

"Kisses." I corrected.

"Yes, kisses."

"We tell no one." He proposed.

"Was planning on that." I said.

"Anyone asks, we deny it."

"Completely agree."

"Good."

"Good."

It was silent for a moment.

"So when can we do it again..." Harry cleared his throat, sounding only slightly flustered and awkward as I finally looked up from my menu with a creased brow, not turning back to look at him.

"You want to do it again?" I grabbed my coffee mug, hiding my smirk behind the drink as I took a sip.

"Like you don't want to kiss me again." He scoffed in irritation.

"Things can get pretty complicated..." I trailed off.

"You don't think I know that? It's already bad we're seeing each other outside of our group. What we need is a proposition." Harry huffed as I heard him move his knee up and down in an anxious manner.

"Hm."

"This won't go anywhere past lips. Just strictly kissing, nothing else. No sex, sex always fucks things up and to be honest I can't see myself having sex with you, no offense." He quickly explained in a business like tone.

I imagined Harry opening a door to a fifty shades of gray playroom, binding my wrists with his cardigans as he held a golf club around.

I had to stop myself from laughing, hiding my hysteria with a cough and clear of my throat.

"So friends with benefits, but for kissing." I mused.

"Exactly." Harry confirmed.

"Can we still see other people?"

"Of course, this is just between us but we're just messing around. Nothing serious."

"Cool, when and where?" I asked.

"Tuesdays and Thursdays, your place, around the afternoon."

"I have work."

"Fine Saturdays."

"Taking care of my nephew-"

"Fuck okay, why don't you let me know when you're free." Harry snapped with impatience.

I thought about it for a moment.

"Sundays."

"That's god's day." Harry commented and I could just see the smirk he was wearing behind me.

"Sundays." I repeated.

"Fine, and no touching while we're kissing. That can lead to more and we don't need that." He warned.

"Okay, what happens if someone get's too carried away?"

"Way ahead of you, we pull a red card, you know that thing coaches do in sports. It will be a penalty kind of thing." Harry whispered before slipping me a shady looking envelope on the side, our fingers brushing before I took it and studied it.

"Will this explode if I choose not to accept the mission-"

"Just open it." Harry cut me off in an exasperated tone, making me laugh lightly to myself before I followed his instructions.

All I saw were red cards inside.

"You can pull that out if I ever get too carried away while we kiss and I'll immediately stop, just so you know I have cards on my own I can pull on you if you ever get too hot and try assaulting me." He said with a playful tone.

"Alright." I nodded my head even though our backs were facing each other in opposite booths.

We didn't talk after that, just ordered our breakfast that was quickly served as the sound of metal utensils clicking against porcelain plates filled the air between us.

I felt Harry finally turn to look over my shoulder, his head right besides mine.

"What's that." He curiously whispered, pointing at my hash-browns that I had mixed with my eggs, bacon, and ketchup.

"My special hash-browns, what's that?" I asked, peering back at his plate.

"French toast with powdered sugar." Harry said, looking down at his food.

Harry grabbed his half eaten plate of French toast, gesturing for my own plate of food which I gave to him as we switched meals between booths.

We then turned back away from one another, finishing each other's food.

AN: Soooooo I didn't update for two days because my account got suspended, meaning I couldn't update any stories or comment anywhere. My suspension is over obviously but I don't know if I'm in the clear yet, anyways it happened because I got in a fight with an author (who I won't mention and if you know who I'm talking about keep it on the low).

I ranted about her in my updates book and having the supportive and amazing followers I have, some went over on her profile but I never meant to send people there to hate on her, I was just ranting.

Anyways she reported me and she's part of the Wattpad team so that got me and a lot of other of my followers in a mess.

I'm sorry for all the inconvenience, I never thought there'd be drama on Wattpad like on instagram but lmao I realized I'm me and I'm a problematic drama queen. Thank you guys so much for all the concerned comments, I swear I'm fine.

Remember I couldn't comment because my account was suspended so to let you guys know I wouldn't be updating for a few days (which doesn't seem like long but I try updating everyday) I changed my profile pic to suspended and my name to unavailable so you guys would be informed. My backup on here was suspended as well and I forgot my password to my instagram so I didn't know how else to connect with you guys.

Just letting everyone know if my account does get deleted I've been saving my works on my computer so I'll try publishing them again for your entertainment if anything happens to me.

I put some of my trailers on YouTube on private cause my little sis found my account and I gotta like distract her from watching my videos tbh cause they're not all exactly age appropriate.

It was just two days but I'm so lucky to have you guys, like really I am.