anxiously. It was actually the local police division concerning juvenile delinquency. "Are you Mr
Neil Tennant?" a monotonous voice came through the receiver. "Yes, I am and who is this?"
"I am Oliver Lancaster from the juvenile deliquency division here and Mr Bernard Sumner has
been in an car, which apparently had narcotics in it. We have him temporarily here at the police
station." The man nonchalantly told me as my heart raced with worry. Was my dear Bernard
getting into the mess of drugs again? But I knew Bernard would never go back to doing drugs
again. "May I speak to him, please?" I desperately ask the officer. "Yes, you may, sir."
Bernard's gentle, but trembling voice was extraordinarily fragile that I could hear him crying at
the phone line. "Bernard, what's going on, honey?" I try not to accuse him. "Some fucking idiot
planted drugs right in my pocket. They're not mine and I can surely guarantee you that's the
truth, Neil. And these people insist that I am a juvenile delinquent when I'm not exactly a
juvenile anymore!!!!" Bernard breathlessly, but with cries of despair, sobbed. "Bernard, what
kind of drugs were in your pocket? You were wearing some jeans, weren't you?" I attempted to
calm him. "Packets of heroin. I've never even fucking did heroin before!!! I've did ecstasy and
acid before, but never heroin." Bernard's voice was trembling. "Listen, Bernard, do they just
want me to pick you up from the station? Of course I believe you and I know those drugs aren't
yours, but did the officer believe you?" I ask Bernard. I'm getting worried again.
"Well, the bloke told me that if you actually showed up, that he would let me go and they
wouldn't arrest me for having drugs."
"Bernard, just wait right there and I will come to the station right now. Just stay there and I will
be there." I reassure him, realising how much emotional pain this might have caused him.
"Thank you, Neil. I love you. " Bernard replied to me.
I hang up the phone and put my coat on and headed towards the station.
I got to the station and saw Bernard with his jacket on, looking frightened and worried.
"Mr Tennant?" The man, whom I apparently spoke on the phone, looked at me. "Yes, I'm Neil
Tennant, the man you spoke on the phone." I sigh as I look back at the officer.
"Well, we've decided to believe this lad's story and we're not going to press charges. These
drugs aren't apparently his anyways and we needed someone to take him home. He mentioned
you and he gave us your phone number.
"Thank you. Mr Lancaster. I already had a feeling that Bernard would never touch drugs and here
I am."
I sit next to Bernard and tell him "It's all right, dear. Let's go home. You are not guilty of
anything. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Neil, let's go home. I hate this fucking place." Bernard smiled to me in his boyish way.
"Well, it's always quite amusing to me to hear such young boyish lads talking this vulgar." the
officer smirked.
I glared at the officer as we headed out of the builiding.
When we got to my flat, Bernard suddenly burst into tears. He sat down, trembling again, on the
sofa. "Now everybody at the station thinks I'm some rave kid always getting pissed and high." he wails.
"No, Bernard, you're not. Some in society may think that you are a 'young offender', so to speak,
but me and countless others know that you aren't." I talk to him, petting his silky smooth hair.
"I'll let you stay at my flat tonight, I know you always love to sleep over at my place anyways and
I know that tonight you are very tired." I whisper to him gently.
He wipes up his tears, yet right after that, tears soon stream down his face again. I take out a
handkerchief and wipe his tears off again.
"That is a brilliant idea, Neil. It's cold tonight, so maybe we can use a lot of your cosy blankets and
such." Bernard looks at me and kissed me on the lips.
"I'll go get the blankets and sleeping bags, so why don't you wash up and get ready for bed?" I suggest
to him.
"OK." Bernard replied.
That night, we both slept on the floor, which was covered with two warm cosy blankets, in our sleeping
bags and more cosy blankets covering us.