Remembering Rose

The Official Chapter One

Galen's POV:

I shook the can of spray paint absentmindedly as I took one last look at the artwork in front of me. Farley, one of my best mates, let out a low whistle. "This is definitely our best work yet," he exclaimed, a proud smile growing on his freckled face.

"You say that like you actually helped," joked my other friend--Walker-- as he finished spraying a dark coat of black on the dark glass before us. His infamous messy blond hair peeked out of a tattered grey beanie and in the sparse moonlight I noticed that there was red paint on his arms. Typical Walker--always covered in some thing be it paint, dirt, or lipstick.

Farley grabbed his heart in mock hurt, "Are you implying, my dear friend, that I haven't had a part in this masterpiece?" Behind the black rims of his glasses, I could see Farley's hazel eyes glinting with an impish gleam.

Walker scoffed before he sauntered over to Farley and slung his arm over Farley's straightened shoulders. "Maybe if you weren't over there texting your girl, I wouldn't have to imply it," Walker sighed.

At the mention of his girlfriend Farley went on the attack and his and Walker's usual bantering began. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the artwork my boys and I had just completed.

It was a Grim Reaper, his skeletal body draped in tattered black cloth, stepping from a roiling dust cloud. His hands clutched a bloody scythe and at his feet were the golden feathers of a downed Phoenix. The graffiti was nameless, but everyone who would pass it come morning would know who made it--and the message it conveyed.

"The feathers were a good idea," murmured a deep voice to my left, interrupting my silent musings. The last member of my closest friends joined me, his forest green eyes admiring our work.

"The Reds are going to be bloody pissed," I chuckled. The Reds being our rivals; the Reaper was our message to them. "They'll think twice before trying to screw us now, huh Knox?"

My friend just shook his head, attempting to hide his grin. Suddenly the sound of scattering paint cans caught our attention. I turned to see Farley and Walker wrestling on the ground, their arms and legs flailing in the darkness. Knox huffed impatiently and rolled his eyes.

"Alright guys," I called out effectively pausing Farley and Walker's tiff, "time to pack up. If the Reds catch us here it's not going to be pretty." At my command all the playfulness disappeared. We had finished our mission and now it was time to make our escape.

With a silence and skill only honed by hours of practice we left our Reaper glowering on the wall. The deep call of Big Ben chimed 3 o'clock.

We ran in careful silence, each member of our small renegade team thinking. It was always this way; a mission, whether it ended good or bad, always concluded with peaceful silence. It gave us time to think, to quiet the chaos of our thoughts and just remember. That night, I'm not sure what I was thinking, but whatever it was I was so deeply engrossed in it that I didn't see the broken form laying in my path.

With a surprised yelp my foot caught on the object and I was sent sprawling to the ground. My palms stung, but not nearly as much as my pride as Farley and Knox erupted in a fit of loud peals of laughter.

"Oi, Galen," gasped Farley, "did you just forget how to run or decide you wanted to make out with the pavement?" He clutched his side and leaned back, the quiet night was filled with his untamed hyena laugh. Beside him Knox laughed silently tears pooling in his scrunched eyes and his dimples making their appearance.

"It wasn't me, some wanker left their garbage laying on the ground," I growled pushing myself up.

And that was the moment Walker, who had been strangely silent spoke. "Galen, that wasn't garbage.....it was a girl."
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HELLO, lovelies! So I know the first part was a little rough, but I hope this part proves there is hope. I'm really in love with the idea I have for this story and I just hope you precious readers will like it to. I'd love to hear your thoughts :)
Thanks for reading!!
~agirlmadeofstars

P.s- I'm not from London, so forgive me if I'm not entirely convincing with the boys use of slang....