(2) Bright Side

Officer Ramon sighed which successfully ended the silence, "It seems as if you guys know each other. Well, I'll be taking my leave now," He walks toward the door where Elliot came out from and waved, "Adios!" (Goodbye!)

I awkwardly looked down at my fingers but froze when I am greeted with Elliot's abs.

Okay Cobie, Plan B.

I immediately turned around while covering my eyes, "Tell me when you're decent."

I heard his oh so familiar chuckle, "Come on Cobe, don't act as if you haven't seen these abs before."

I felt my blood rushing towards my cheeks and clenched both of my fists angrily, "Shut up, Langston..."

He laughs out loud, "I'm decent."

Turning around, I was once again greeted by his lovely six bulging muscles on his stomach. Screeching, I turned around and screamed, "YOU SAID YOU WERE DECENT!"

"I was joking," He chuckled, "Besides, I don't have any shirt with me right now." He spun me around with my eyes shut close, "And I really don't mind you gawking at me."

I slapped his stomach which made me blush more because I technically just touched his yes. He suppressed his laughter, "If you wanted to touch these so bad, you could've just told me."

I opened my eyes and stared straight at his eyes, glaring at him. I took a step back and pushed him away, "Ass."

He then tsked at me, "Don't say bad words sweet cheeks, you know I'm going to do it."

I snapped my mouth shut and continued to glare at him because I know that he meant what he said. Elliot Langston is the son of Chloe Langston who has this weird obsession of pinching anyone who said a bad word.

One bad word is one pinch.

It took everything in my power to not look at what he has to offer and mumbled, "...are you wearing a mermaid suit...?"

"Yes." He cleared his throat, "Yes, I am."

I was tempted to ask him why, but I respect his decision to not telling me why. Maybe it's a weird habit of his; a weird habit I never knew about.

"So Cobe-" He started, "I mean, Ms. Emerson..." He trails off, "So according to the report, you... lost your car?"

I suddenly feel uncomfortable and looked at my feet to where I can see the blue sparkly skirt he is wearing which is designed to look like a mermaid tail.

Did he just call me Ms. Langston?

Nevertheless, I answered him, "Yes."

"Did you get robbed? Were you attacked? Are you hurt? Did the attacker do anything to you?" He asked me as if he was worried, "I mean, I'm not asking you that question for personal purposes-" He immediately stopped when he realized that he was rambling, "But... uh... yeah."

I gave him a weird look and answered him, "No."

"Okay..." He cleared his throat and took his pen from the front pocket of his shirt "So, how did you lose your car?"

"I..." I started but paused when I remembered the reason why.

Because I pooped.

Nope, there is no way I'm telling him that.

"How did you lose your car?" The police officer, who is also, unfortunately, the man I had always loved, asked as he took his pen from his mermaid tail. What is he even wearing right now?

No Cobie, don't look at his abs!

"I..." I started, "I don't know how to explain it."

"Start from the beginning."

I know when to start; I just don't know how to explain! But either way, he should be the one explaining why he is in that outfit in the first place!

"I..." I sighed, "I was driving to Denovan and stopped in the middle of the forest."

"Why?" He asked as his eyebrows raised, suddenly, he looked serious. "Did you see a wolf? A ghost? Did you saw something behind your side mirror?" He shook his head, "Cobie- I mean, Ms. Emerson, why did you stop your car?"

I stayed silent for a few moments, before revealing the reason I'm not comfortable to talk about most especially with him. "I took a shit." I looked up and gulped, hoping that it would help loosen the tension stuck in my throat.

-It didn't.

He raised an eyebrow, "What? You took something?" He asked indecorously, "You stole something?"

"No," I sighed, "I pooped." His eyes widened as I continued, "Nature called, and I answered it."

He scribbled some things on his little notepad and nodded, before pausing and looked at me, "...did you wash your hands before going here?"

What?

"Uh... yes...?"

In a way...

He nodded again as he continued writing. Wait... did he just write that down?

"Did you eat something bad?"

This time, it was my eyes that widened. "Uh... probably..." Then I remembered something, "Oh right; It has to be the Eight-Twelve nuggets."

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to sue the said store?"

"Nah." I really don't mind, after all, that store is pretty convenient. Heh.

"Do you want to?"

"Nope."

"Alright." He nodded while scribbling down again. "Was your fecal solid or liquid?"

"Excuse me?!" I gawked at him, "What does that have to do with my car?"

He looked at me with a bored look. "Look, these questions are for the report I'd be passing. Every single detail is important."

Is it?

"... I'm uncomfortable to answer that question."

He nods as he continued scribbled down, "Liquid it is."

"It's not!" I corrected him, before coughing loudly. "It's not."

"Okay." He nodded and continued scribbling down. "Solid it is."

Awkward. So freaking awkward.

It's not a normal conversation where you talk about your poop with your ex-boyfriend; actually, to anyone.

He asked, "When did you last see your car?"

"Before I... yeah."

"Yeah?" He asked but from the way the side of his lips twisted upwards, I know that he knows the answer and he's just playing around.

"Yes."

"Do what, exactly?"

"You know." I murmured silently because darn it, I do not want to say it out loud. "I pooped."

He winked with a wide smirk, "Gotcha." He then wrote whatever he is writing down on his pad.

Little Nugget. This little crunchy nugget I want to eat like what caused me this humiliation in the first place.

After a few more minutes of asking about my car and my license, I finally had the chance to take a seat on one of the metal stools when he told me that the interrogating part is finished.

I was about to take my phone and most probably read a random book in an app called Wattpad, when I remembered what happened earlier in this police station. "Hey Elliot," I called out, "There was this first officer who helped me earlier... Well... help-ish..." I trailed off for a second, "...but it looks like he was really angry."

"Oh, you mean Pedro!" He laughs as he puts the papers he was holding down and picked up another stack of papers. Sheesh, I do not want to be in his place. Paper works scare me. I cannot for the life of me sit down and do nothing for more than a few minutes. "Were you the one who agreed that he was ugly?"

"I would never!" I gasped out, obviously offended, "He was speaking Spanish to me and I had no idea what he was talking about..."

He chuckles, "Did you keep on answering him with si?"

... he knows me too well.

I pouted and pursed my lips, "Can you tell him that I'm sorry? Oh, and that I didn't mean it?"

Smiling, he gave me a nod and turned around. He was walking towards the door where Ramon went through when I called him once again.

"Yes?" He asked me.

I fidgeted with my hands and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what will happen now?"

"Well," He started, "Your car is being searched right now through all of our systems." He nods. "Once it is found, it will be monitored and will be given back to you."

"Good." I sighed, "That's good."

But it's not good. This has to be the unluckiest day of my life. My poop philosophy was ruined, I had to awkwardly talk to my ex about my conversation with nature, and I've hurt someone else's feelings!

Well, looking at the bright side.... at least I got to see his abs.