This story is based on the song "Cop Car" by Keith Urban.
"No, no, no, we really shouldn't be doing this," he said nervously, looking at the sign that clearly read: "NO TRESPASSING."
"Don't worry. Those signs are really just suggestions anyway," she smiled as she drove her pickup onward.
This left him conflicted. On the one hand, he knew that this was illegal and that they could technically be arrested if they were caught. On the other, she did things like this all the time and rarely paid the price for it. So, though he didn't feel completely comfortable with the idea, he gave in to her assurances that everything would be fine.
"Where did you say we are, again?" he finally asked to break the silence.
She didn't look over at him, but rather kept her eyes trained on the road. "You'll see in just a minute."
True to her word, they soon pulled over onto the side of the road. A short distance away, a mass of lights illuminated the otherwise flat, grassy terrain. Closer observation revealed big, winged machines moving about like living creatures over a huge expanse of asphalt. An airport.
"This is what you wanted to show me?" he finally asked. "This is why we're breaking the law?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's only illegal if you get caught. And besides, you'll love watching the planes take off, trust me."
With a doubtful shrug, he exited the car, as did she. Unlatching the back of the truck's bed, she pushed herself up to sit on it, patting the seat beside her. He jumped up to sit next to her, just as she had indicated.
She kept her vision focused on the moving planes, but from the corner of her eye she could tell that he was fidgety, presumably still about the fact that they weren't legally supposed to be here. So now she scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "Might as well get comfortable, dear. We could be here a while."
As soon as her head had touched his shoulder, his hands had gone still. He reached to wrap them around her waist and pull her closer to him.
By this point, one of the planes had lined up on the runway, ready to go. Soon, it was moving forward—gaining speed all the time—until it finally tilted upwards and lifted off from the ground. It shot into the night sky like a bullet, and the two of them watched it go until they had to strain their necks to see it, at which point they refocused their attention on the airport.
"That was… actually kind of entertaining," he finally said.
She smiled a wry grin. "I told you."
They watched planes line up and take off for what seemed like hours, but that was only because they wished it had been. They wished they could have stayed there like that for days without the sun coming up or anyone noticing. Unfortunately, all good things had to end.
Right after another plane had taken off, he happened to look over in the direction from which they had come. A dark object that appeared to be another car was moving along down the road in the distance. "Hey," he whispered to her. "Um, I think someone's coming." When she didn't answer, though, he realized that she was asleep.
He figured it was probably no one, just some passerby who had happened to take a wrong turn. However, after the vehicle came closer and closer, he began to realize that this might not be the case. He tried to nudge her awake as gently as he could. "Sweetie, I really think we should be going. There's someone here."
She didn't even bother to open her eyes, only murmured, "'S probably no one," before drifting back to sleep.
But she woke up completely once the sirens turned on. They both jumped off from the truck's tailgate now as the police car cast a series of red and blue lights spinning around them.
"What's the escape plan this time?" he asked her, clearly annoyed by the fact that she had dragged him into this situation.
"Run?" she suggested tentatively.
Normally, he would have given her some elaborate speech about why that was in no way a good idea, but he found himself unable to speak. Something about the way the lights struck her eyes was causing them to positively shine, rendering him speechless. So instead, he just shook his head to suggest that he disagreed.
"Well then what do you suggest?" she huffed.
"Even if they do arrest us, they'll let us out in no time. We're just looking at planes; it's not like we've stashed a body or anything."
She raised one eyebrow in disbelief. "You're suggesting that we just allow ourselves to be arrested?" He nodded. "Fine, but don't say I didn't try to escape."
Now the police officer was already parked and stepping out of his car. "I'm going to need to see your authorization papers for you to be in this area."
"We don't have any," she replied.
"Well, then I'm sure you know what's next."
Sure enough, he slapped handcuffs on both of them and showed them into the back of the car before quickly documenting the details of their arrest. As they sat inside, waiting for the officer to reenter and take them to the jail, she said, "You, me, handcuffs…"
"I don't think now is the best time," he quickly remarked.
"Oh, don't get coy," she laughed. "You've never said that before."
Now, the officer opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. The face of the man in the back was beet red, much to the satisfaction of the woman to his right.
"You know, officer," she began. "We weren't really doing anything illegal. We were just watching the planes take off. So if you could just let us go now, then we could avoid this whole big scene, and we wouldn't have to waste any more of your time."
The officer's only reply was, "Nice try." He kept driving, ignoring any other comments she made.
Finally, she gave up. "This wouldn't have happened if you would have listened to me," the man beside her mumbled.
"No, but you have to admit it was fun."
He looked surprised that she had even suggested such a thing. "Fun?"
"Oh, come on, dear, I know you. There's nothing you like more than trying unsuccessfully to stay out of trouble."
He resisted the urge to smile, because he knew she was right. "I only get in trouble when you're around."
"And is that a bad thing?"
Now she had him wrapped around her finger, and he knew it. And she knew he knew it. "Well… no, I suppose it isn't."
"So you see?" she smiled triumphantly. "You should be thanking me."
Scoffing, he replied. "Right, thank you for allowing me to be arrested tonight."
She ignored his sarcasm. "My pleasure."
They continued these flirtatious jibes back and forth throughout the whole ordeal, so they hardly realized when they were escorted from the car, led to the station, and sat in a sort of waiting room. They didn't even realize how long they had been waiting in there, because the next thing they were aware of—besides each other—was the officer approaching them with the keys to their handcuffs.
"Okay," he said. "You're free to go. I'm letting you off the hook this time, but next time the price will be steep, understand?"
The two nodded, and he unlocked their fetters. Of course, the first thing they reached for was the hand of the other, and their fingers were entwined by the time they left the station. Someone must have sent word for their truck to be picked up or towed, because it now stood waiting for them.
Silently, they slipped into the cab of the truck and shut the doors. As soon as they were inside, she plunged her hands into his hair and drew his lips to hers in a long, passionate kiss. Once they broke apart, her only remark was, "We should do this again sometime."
Caught off-guard by her advance, he quickly nodded. "Yes, I think that's a lovely idea."