Suspect Behavior

As promised, the other cop story.
This one was years ago, with a circle of friends that I no longer have. They were bad for me, and shockingly this story didn't even register on the reasons why they were bad.
Anyway, they dragged me to a party. A party I should mention I didn't want to go to begin with. It was hosted by a girl we had nick named Fang Face, bad teeth, and she was bitch.
Anyway this was the most boring party I had ever been too. I had to sit in the dark while everyone around me got drunk and smoke filled the house from the smokers. And to make it worse my friends were in other parts of the house, leaving me alone with pot heads that I didn't know.
Now I am not a big drinker, never was. And I am very shy. So let's just say my time was not fun. After awhile I got up and went into the back yard. No people, no noise, no smoke. I was alone in the dark and I had a better time out there than inside at the party.
Out side I stayed for maybe a hour before my friends noticed I wasn't on the couch in the dark living room where they left me. That's when they came to get me. And inside they dragged me again. The pizza had arrived and they wanted me to eat.
After the pizza, the drinkers were becoming the drunks. And they started to become very loud and clumsy. I had conviced my friends that maybe now it was time to go. They agreed and we left. We got to the car when we heard something inside smash, probably a glass or bowl. We drove off.
Two days later I was at work when I received a phone call. It was a police detective and he wanted to ask me some questions. Now this happened before the kids stealing zebra cakes story by two days, and it was my first time talking to a cop, so shyness turned into nervousness. He said I was a person of interest in a theft from a few nights ago.
Turns out someone at the party had stolen some hand guns from Fang Face's father's gun safe. She named me and my friends first because we were the first ones to leave. So he called to ask me some questions. He was nice about it, but I was still nervous about the whole thing. I knew was innocent, but I began to worry that my nervousness would make him think I would I was guilty and that made me more nervous.
After about a hour of questions he thanked me for my time. He told me he would be in contact. I was worried.
Turns out I never heard from him again. I, the paranoid freak I am, had nothing to worry about. I laugh about how stupid I was even now. And the the thief turned out to be Fang Face and her boy friend. How dumb was that? They found out because she took the guns for her boy friend to pawn for money and hid them in her room. How do I know these stupid people?
Again thanks for reading.