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'No Trespassing' the sign read as they drove by it. Florida couldn't read and even if he could, no sign was going to tell him what to do. Louisiana sat in the passenger seat of the truck, holding his daiquiri so none of it spilled. The shocks were far past needing to be replaced. The barely used back-road dirt road wasn't helping the matter either.
Florida parked in an empty field. Silence filled the air as they got out and climbed into the truck bed. It was nearly midnight. The stars were shining bright in the sky. Florida dug a White Claw out of the cooler and started drinking it.
"Where do you think they're going?" Florida asked. He pointed to a plane that had just taken off from the nearby airport.
"From here? Anywhere probably." Louisiana answered. "Mais, if I had de chance I'd hop on one an' take it straight 'ome to de bayou."
They sat there, Florida pointing out constellations and talking about their stories. Louisiana telling tales about the passengers in the planes.
Their fun was interrupted by the squeal of police sirens and flashing blue and red lights. They were coming fast and straight for the pair.
"Mais, ain't dis some shi-"
"Let's run for it!" Florida jumped down and held out his hand to Louisiana. "It'd make a good story."
"You crazy as hell, sha."
The cops were right on them now. Even if they tried to run they wouldn't get far. The flashing blue and red was the only light source for miles. Louisiana couldn't help but notice how they made Florida's eyes sparkle. They brought out what Louisiana could only describe as wild unadulterated freedom as he glanced around him. Florida didn't care that the cops had their cuffs out already, his smile only grew bigger.
Words were barely exchanged as one cop cuffed Louisiana and the other cuffed Florida. They weren't supposed to be back here and they knew that. He was supposed to be keeping Florida out of trouble. And here they were. Georgia was going to kill him when he found out.
"Well it's a bit stereotypical of cops to be into cuffing and roughness, but I'm down for anything. My ID is in my wallet on the truck bed if you wanna know how to refer to me. But I'm open to your suggestions as well." Florida flirted.
The officers weren't amused, but Louisiana realized in that moment that he would take Florida up on that offer in a heartbeat. The lights continued to cast shadows on his face, but none that could hide his smirk.
Louisiana's gaze was torn away as he was shoved into the right side of one of the cop cars. The other cop shoved Florida in on the left side. The car was small, so they were close together.
Florida spotted the box of cigarettes in the front passenger seat. "Hey you smoke! Wanna bum me a light?"
The cop slammed the door shut on him. Louisiana just laughed, he knew Florida didn't smoke regular cigarettes. The ash tasted horrible and there was no good feeling afterward like with weed. Florida laughed as well, his body shaking against Louisiana's with how close they were.
"Dey sure are takin' deir sweet time." Louisiana commented. Florida's hat had come off when they were sitting in the truck bed. Now he could see all of his curls. They bounced in the most adorable way every time Florida moved his head.
"I think we could still run for it."
"Sha..."
"Well it's either that or wait for them to contact Gov or somebody at the statehouse."
"You my partner, but you ain't goin' git far. Not wit dem handcuffs on."
"You think I can't outrun them?"
"Mais, I think you can't open de door."
Florida didn't respond to that. He banged up against the door of the cop car. Yeah he wasn't going to be able to break that open.
After struggling a bit, Florida stopped and leaned on Louisiana's shoulder. One cop was on the phone with somebody. The other was looking at Florida's ID and writing something up on a form. Florida started up a conversation that was mostly just him roasting the two cops.
Eventually another truck pulled up the field. The driver side door opened and Georgia stepped out. He made eye contact with Louisiana, oh he was a dead dead boy. The cop who was on the phone walked over and started a conversation with Georgia. They chatted for a few minutes before the cop motioned to his partner to release the two.
The cops lectured Florida and Louisiana after they released them, but Louisiana wasn't listening. He had his eyes set on Florida, who looked like he was itching to backtalk. But Georgia was standing behind the cops with an unamused and tired look on his face. Louisiana made eye contact with him. There was a silent communication between the two. Georgia nodded his head in approval.
Finally the cops drove off. Georgia climbed back into this truck and Florida and Louisiana got back into theirs. The drive was silent.
Louisiana reached over and grabbed Florida's hand that wasn't on the wheel. He squeezed it. "I love you."
Florida squeezed his hand back. "I love you too."