UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

My idea of a dream // 30

As we drove further, I became increasingly curious about where we were going. We had driven into the city, however, we were still driving, and it looked like we were heading through the city. He eventually pulled over as I began to become completely unfamiliar with my surroundings. We stepped out the car together, into the already dark night and I began to look around. There wasn't much around at all, in fact. There were some flats beside the road and no people around in sight.

"So, what are we doing?" I asked gingerly and smiled.

"I know there parts pretty well, and for one evening they can be more fun than it seems." He grinned and I knew he was being sincere. But Parker Jones was well off and I couldn't refrain from wondering how he would know the area so well.

"How do you know this area?" I questioned and he turned to look at me.

"I think you should know that I spent a lot of time in my life on these streets. When my mother died, I was still a child. Even if I worked from the age of fourteen, legally I wouldn't be able to buy a house until I was sixteen. Initially, I was put into the foster care system, but it simply never worked for me. I felt like too much of a pain for whoever provided a home for me and I wasn't comfortable with that. Anyone interested in adopting me most likely wanted a child who would love them like they were my own mum, and I couldn't do that at the time so I ran, and I lived on the street, collecting and saving money until I could afford a flat in that block right there." He pointed up at one of the most run-down buildings in the area. "I was a lone wolf, but I had freedom. During the time I lived there, I met Noah and we always helped each other out. Then I was contacted and told my father had passed away, and suddenly I had more money than me or my mum ever had. I had therapy sessions for a while because I had never had the love to recover from my mum's death and the time I spent on the streets, but with the money I had and with Noah who was my friend I was fine before long. From there I began to build my business and things only got better, I guess."

I was starstruck. I had never imagined someone like him having to go through so much to get where he was. Maybe that had simply been a selfish and closed-minded way to think of things, but it opened my eyes about how much he deserved the business he had built. He worked in the same area with the same amount of money as my father, but they were so different, and now I knew it wasn't just in personality. My father started his business because his father had money, and my great grandfather also had money. My father was decently smart too, but only because he had private education. Parker built all he had from nothing and that was indescribably admirable. He was incredibly strong and confident talking about it and I could tell he had moved on, but topics like that would always be somewhat sensitive and I could understand that better than anyone. I hugged him tightly but still keeping a fairly light mood because I knew he wouldn't want to get too deep on our date.

"Thanks for telling me." I said sweetly. "So where to?" I continued.

"The left." I glared at him expectantly. "A little pit of patience, please." He joked and we began to walk to the left. After we had walked for only a short amount of time he continued to explain.

"So..." He began as he stood in front of me with his hands on my arms stopping me from walking. "Even though we aren't going to dinner, I don't know about you, but I still wanted to eat. It's not much but the food is good." He turned me around and they was a sweet little food truck. It was small and the truck looked old, but it was carefully decorated with fairy light and there was flowers painted up the sides. It was simple but perfect. I didn't want fancy dining and I didn't want I crowed area I just wanted to spend time with Parker.

We were served quickly seeing as no one else was around and we took our food with us and headed onward. He took me to a bench where we spoke and ate our food. It was surprisingly good for a small and battered food truck and I genuinely enjoyed the meal. We stayed on the bench for a while and we talked. It was about forty minutes later when Parker urged for me to get up.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You really have to stop asking that, I'm beginning to believe your patience is non-existent." I giggled and nodded in agreement.

We walked further into darker and scarier areas. If I wasn't with him, I would be cautious to walk around there, but I trusted that he knew we were safe. When I was with him, I have this crazy confidence, like it was us against the world. Nothing felt better, because for once in my life, he made me feel like I had power.

"Here we are." He announced.

In front of me was a huge... empty wall?

"I don't get it."

"It's a blank canvas. We are going to spray paint something on it." I looked down and only then did I see the multiple spray cans on the floor.

"Woah, isn't that vandalism?" He laughed.

"Maybe. But who's checking?" He smirked at me. I thought for a moment and picture the perfect image of what I wanted to spray paint. Parker would be more than happy to choose that to spray paint too. And the more I thought about it, the more my urge to see it on the blank wall grew.

"Mask up." I said putting one of the masks he was bought for protection against the fumes. "I'm in."

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