"I—prison?! What the hell?!"
I sigh.
"Please come. I'm not one to beg...but I'll do anything. This place smells like urine and Clorox wipes. I can't stay here."
"Alright, alright. Where are you?!"
"Rhode Island Detention Center."
December groans.
"You owe me big time, Voldacy."
********
Me and Jagger get brought out to the small police station, and December comes running towards us.
"Goddamnit! You guys are idiots!"
"Sorry not sorry, November."
December glares at Jagger.
"Get my name wrong again and I'll leave your ass here, Stagger."
He rolls his eyes, and she looks at me.
"You are insane. Both of you."
She turns to the officer, smiling nervously.
"So...exactly how much is this? Bail?"
The officer looks down at his notepad before up at her.
"Well, ma'am, both of them have one count of theft and one count of vandalism. But in order for bail you'd have to pay bail bond which is 500 each. Bail for robbery is set at 25,000, while vandalism costs 5,000. Which in total for both of them would come up to 61,000."
December's eyes almost bulge out of her head and she looks like she's about to scream.
"I—that's more than my fucking college tuition!"
She looks at both of us, narrowing her eyes.
"Dumbasses! What in the world made you think that vandalizing and robbing was a good idea!? Obviously I need to stick you in a psych ward! 61,000?!"
"Ma'am, we have things to do. Are you going to pay or not?"
December's face softens as she looks at the officer.
"Sorry, sir. Just a minute!"
"Alright."
He looks back down at his notepad, and December sighs.
"I swear...there's more intelligent life at the bottom of ponds than in both of your heads combined!"
She fishes in her purse, grabbing her wallet and handing the officer her credit card.
"Take it!"
"Thank you, ma'am."
He hands the card back to her, and December grabs both of our wrists, dragging us out of the prison.
She pushes me and Jagger into her car, climbing into the front seat.
"61–"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. It was stupid."
"You think?! At your age and the fact that you're in an Ivy League college made me think you'd have more common sense!"
She snaps her eyes on Jagger in the mirror.
"It was your idea, wasn't it?!"
Jagger grins.
"Who said it wasn't?"
December scoffs.
"You fucking bastard, I should've left you behind."
Jagger's grin widens.
"Come on, December! Don't be such a hothead."
"Hothead my ass, Jagger. Why?!"
She squints to look at his face, sighing.
"You find this funny, don't you?!"
He doesn't even try to hide his amusement, winking.
"I do, actually. Your mad face is so cute. You aren't threatening at all, dear."
She rolls her eyes.
"You'll change your mind when I come for your career, bitch. Because I've made my price."
December smirks, and we both look at her.
"Please don't tell me it's money. I'd have to work at least six years to pay that shit off."
December shakes her head.
"No, sweetie. I have all the money I could ever have. What I want from you is a date."
********
(TUESDAY'S POV)
I stare at the three of them blankly.
"Where did they go? Jagger and Fallon?"
Arlo sharpens her knife, rolling her eyes.
"Jupiter. Why do you think we know?! It's not like we keep a GPS on their asses."
Indie scratches her head.
"I thought I saw them get arrested but maybe that's just me."
Darius looks at her.
"Arrester?! Where the fuck did you get arrested?!"
Indie shrugs.
"I mean...I saw them getting shoved into a police car."
"And you didn't say anything?!"
She switches her eyes to me.
"No? Was I supposed to?"
"Yes you were supposed to, Indie! They're probably rotting in jail!"
Darius laughs humorlessly.
"Funny. I thought you hated her around eight hours ago."
I slap my forehead.
"It was the heat of the moment! I love her to death! Come on!"
I stand up, grabbing my keys off the hook.
They all stare at me blankly.
"And we're coming with you where?"
"To the only prison around this area."
I look back at them.
"We'll just have to get them out of prison."
*********
(FALLON'S POV)
"Date?!" Me and Jagger look at her wide eyed.
"Yes, Fallon. A date. You caught my eye in the library yesterday...and come to think of it..."
December winks at me.
"You're just my type."
Jagger blinks a few times.
"Woah, woah, woah. Let's take it down a notch. What the fuck did you just say?!"
"That to pay for this lovely favor I did for you, she has to go on a date with me. Let's be honest. Jail?! Darling Fallon, you're an idiot for that."
I roll my eyes.
"Don't remind me. But sure! I'd love to go on a date with you, December."
Jagger narrows his eyes.
"Where am I in all of this?"
"At my apartment."
Jagger rolls his eyes.
"As if you'd go on a date with Christmas instead of me. I'm superior to that bitch."
Me and December share a look in the mirror and I grin at him.
"Is someone jealous that he doesn't get to go on a date with little ole me? I'm flattered, Jaggy. But you know?"
I lean into his ear with a smirk.
"Dating my book characters isn't really my thing."
I pull away, and Jagger grins at me.
"Oh it's on, Falcon. We'll see how long you can last without thinking about my lips against yours."
He opens the car door nonchalantly as December comes to a stop at the entrance to my apartment building, smiling.
He opens my door, pulling me out before blowing a kiss to December.
I smile at her.
"I'll meet you here in an hour. I just have to shower."
December nods.
"It's a date. See you."
"Bye!"
I wave and turn around, bumping right into Jagger.
"Jesus!"
I pause, staring at him.
"Why are you smiling like that?! It's creeping me out."
Jagger laughs.
"Get ready for a big surprise when you get back from that date, Fallon. I'll give you a hint. Electrifying."
*******
(TUESDAY'S POV)
I arrive at the prison, hopping out of the car.
"I'll be back."
They all nod, and I run inside, stopping at one of the officers.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh! Hello, ma'am. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Fallon Voldacy and Jagger Trave. Are they here?!"
The woman pauses.
"One second. Let me look at records."
She pulls out two files, and I see their pictures on the front.
Holy hell what a mess.
Jagger is winking while Fallon is grinning at the camera.
She opens them, picking up a few papers before scanning them.
The woman shakes her head.
"They were released by bail an hour and a half ago."
I sigh.
"Do you know who did it?!"
"I can't reveal who. That's private information, ma'am."
I groan, smiling.
"Okay. Thank you!"
I turn around, angrily getting back into the car.
"Did you bail them out?"
I turn my head to Indie.
"No, Indie. Turns out, they were released from prison over an hour ago by who knows who."
********
(FALLON'S POV)
I walk into the apartment, searching around with my eyes.
"Tuesday? Are you guys here?"
No answer.
I sigh, turning to Jagger.
"They're probably still out."
He shrugs.
"I couldn't care less about where Monday and those pests are, doll."
"Alright."
I turn to him, walking backwards into my room.
"I'm going to take a shower. Don't be a pervert."
Jagger rolls his eyes.
"I am not a perve, I just like to explore."
A sick grin spreads across his face and I shiver.
"You're creepy. So damn creepy."
I shut the door behind me, leaning against it.
What am I going to do?
I snap my eyes on my desk, my eyebrows furrowing.
Weird...
I walk over, staring down at it.
The notebook and the pencil are gone.
Fuck.
I look around, opening drawers and what not.
Nothing.
Shit. What if someone does something stupid?! Who even has it?!
I sigh, locking myself in the bathroom.
Whatever. Let's just hope whoever took the damn thing knows what they're doing.
I would do just fine without more of them.
*******
I hop in the shower, humming to myself while I wash my hair.
I jump slightly when the water goes cold, opening my eyes.
I look around, only to realize it's dark.
I didn't turn off the light.
Goddamnit.
I shut off the shower, looking around.
"Hello?! Whoever did that, I'm going to kill you?"
"Who? Me?"
I snap my head around, letting out a scream.
"What the fuck?! Jagger?! Get out!"
I hide behind the curtains, staring at him.
"Why are you here? Why are you shirtless?! Why are you looking at me like that?! This is harassment!"
"Harassment? I thought harassment was not enjoyable...you seem to be loving my company."
My jaw drops slightly.
"You're perception of loving is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I am hating your company if you couldn't tell! Now leave! I don't have any clothes on!"
Jagger grins.
"That's even better. Have you ever showered in the dark, Fallon? It's really...how do I say this...endearing? Especially when you're with someone else...it makes it more intimate."
My eye twitches, and I hiss at him.
"Get away! Not cool! Not intimate! Creepy!"
"Aww fine...you really ruin the fun. I'll be outside waiting for you..."
"Turn in the damn light!"
He snickers, turning on the light before leaving.
I stand there in shock, shaking my head slightly.
He's mental.
There's something mentally off about him.
But then again...that is my fault.
I just had to make my character a lewd lunatic.
********
After drying off and changing into the clothes I left on the bathroom counter for my date with December, I exit the bathroom.
I drop my towel on the floor, hearing a creek.
Wood.
I grab a pen off my desk, holding it out in front of me as I flip around, bumping right into someone's rock hard chest.
"Ow!"
I jump back, rubbing my head.
They start laughing, and I immediately know who it is.
"What the hell, Jagger?"
"My cute little scaredy cat, what did you think a pen would do?"
I narrow my eyes.
"This."
I stab his arm, and Jagger flinches.
"Ow! What the fuck?!"
I grin.
"That's what you get, perve."
He wipes a stream of blood from his arm, grimacing.
"Some blunt force you have there with that pen, Voldacy."
"Yes, and I will put that blunt force onto your face with my fist if you don't stop creeping on me like a peeping Tom!"
He holds his hands up in surrender.
"Alright, alright."
"That's what I thought. Next time you come into that bathroom when I'm showering I will flush you down the toilet."
Jagger makes a face.
"What makes you think I'm going to fit down there...!"
"Shut up!"
"Only if you have—"
"Ugh! You're disgusting!"
I storm out of the room, and Jagger begins to follow me when I whack his head, watching as he falls with a thud.
"Ow! Bitch!"
He kicks my ankle and I fall as well, landing on top of him with a thump.
I dragged a broom down with me, holding it like a bat.
He grins at my attempt to be threatening.
"You could've chosen something better if you wanted to role play."
My face contorts in disgust.
"Role play?! You must be joking. If anything I want to rip your privates off."
His violet eyes bore into mine and I fight the urge to look away.
"That's kinky, babe."
I pull myself up, brushing myself off.
"I have to go now. Don't do anything while I'm gone. I'm serious."
"Don't worry, Fallon...I'll just fantasize about you and me...on that bed...doing...things."
My eye twitches and I give him a tight smile.
"No. Don't do that either. Better yet? Go sit and stare out the window. Goodbye, now."
He stares up at me from the floor, waving with a smirk.
"Bye, bye, darling. Be ready for your surprise!"
I sigh.
"It better not be something bad, Jagger, or I'm going to write in that damn notebook that you die. Wherever it is. Speaking of the notebook, if you see it? Please put it on my desk. I don't know where it is."
I wave before walking out the door, riding down the elevator.
I walk out the apartment building, seeing December's Mercedes and her standing outside it, waving.
"Hello, Fallon."
"Hi, December."
I smile at her, and she hands me a bouquet of lilies.
"Oh! You didn't have to!"
"But don't people give their date flowers? I like to be traditional with what I do, Fallon."
She opens the passenger side door and I climb in, nodding.
"Thank you."
"Of course."
December climbs in the front seat, grinning.
"I'm bringing us to Bluewater Grill. I hope you like seafood."
********
(JAGGER'S POV)
Silly girl!
I took the damn book.
A while ago, actually.
I'm surprised she didn't notice.
I wonder what...trouble...I could cause with this.
Her fate is right in my hands!
Remember when I said electrifying?
I was not joking.
What a better way to cause trouble then to bring it?!
Looking down at the notebook, Jagger begins writing.
Making a new person. An electrifying person.
Nineteen years old, light blue hair, and black eyes. Likes to cause trouble and drama, tease people, and hardcore flirting.
Her name is Electra Donnelley.
********
(FALLON'S POV)
Me and December sit down at a table outside, and I smile.
"This is nice."
"I told you I wasn't that bad, Fallon. But really...tell me about yourself."
I shrug.
"What do you want to know?"
"Well...this first one is a little odd...but who exactly is Jagger? He can't be an exchange student because he speaks perfect English. So don't try that."
I sigh.
"Fine, fine. You caught me. None of them are exchange students. Indie, Jagger, Arlo, and Darius are fantasy characters."
"Fantasy what—?"
"I got a notebook at the library two days ago, and I saw a letter tucked inside of it. From a girl named Ciel Reeche who said the book was magical, and whoever you made up or wrote in there would come to life. Obviously I thought it was plain stupid and wrote who my characters would be. Described what they'd look like, their personalities, everything. Their names were Arlo Brande, Indie Vesta, Darius Brock, and Jagger Trave. When I woke up the next morning they were all there."
December's eyes widen.
"That's insane. But sick. Like really cool actually. Am I the only one who knows about this?"
"Tuesday knows too...I actually don't know where she is."
December opens her mouth to say something, when my phone starts ringing.
I look down.
Incoming call from:
Tuesie.
I look up at December.
"It's actually her right now, but it can wait."
December shakes her head.
"No, no. Answer. I'll be here."
I smile.
"Thank you."
I stand up, walking over to a different corner.
"Hello?"
"Fallon, thank goodness! Something's wrong."
"What do you mean?!"
My eyebrows furrow as I hear her frantic voice.
"I can't get back into the apartment and no one's answering. It's dark and I don't know what to do."
I sigh.
"Did you go down to the front? They could give you a spare key."
I hear a pause before Tuesday speaks again.
"Indie actually just came back with one."
"And?"
"We're going inside now—oh my god!"
"What?! Tuesday?!"
The call drops.
I angrily shove my phone back in my pocket, and December jumps up.
"What happened?! Is everything okay?!"
"I think something's wrong. Tuesday just called...and she seemed extremely freaked out when the call dropped."
"Do you want to go check on her?! I'll come."
"No—I wouldn't want to ruin your night!"
December shakes her head.
"No! It's totally okay. Come on."
She takes my arm, dragging me back towards her car.
********
After December speeds us back to my apartment, we run up with my key.
As we approach my room we see the door is wide open.
What the hell?!
We share a look, before approaching it.
I peak my head inside, before looking back at December.
"Should I go in?"
"I don't think that's a good idea...why is the door wide open?!"
We both freeze at a small giggle, and I purse my lips.
"That's it. I'll throw some hands if it comes to it."
I jump inside the room, looking around frantically.
"Hello?! Tuesday?! Jagger?!"
"Well, well, well..."
I hear a feminine giggle, and me and December turn around to see a crazed looking woman with icy blue hair and dark black eyes.
"What the fuck?! Who are you?! Get out of my apartment!"
"I don't think I can do that, Master."
I freeze.
"Master?! Who are you?! I'm not your master?!"
She kicks something towards me, and my eyes follow a black and gold book.
I gasp.
The notebook.
I grab it, my eyes scanning the freshly written thing.
Nineteen years old, light blue hair, and black eyes. Likes to cause trouble and drama, tease people, and hardcore flirting.
I look back up, my heart thumping in my chest.
Someone made a new character.
She fits the exact description.
"W-Who are you?!"
"My name is Electra Donnelley. Didn't Jagger tell you his surprise would be electrifying?"