Chapter Ninteen.

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Autumn-

I sat back and watched as Tori did her thing, I knew that she liked art and she painted but I didn't know she was this good.

The empty spray cans fell over as she half dropped half placed them on the ground once she was done with them.

"You're so good." I gushed as the sun started to rise, we had been up all night.

She took a step back and looked at her master piece.

There were two black figures in the centre, one of a man proposing and the other of a woman in surprise. Behind them was a tree of lights, and in front of them was a pool of colourful glow, all around them were red and white petals and on top of the mural was the line, "I knew from the first time we kissed, we would be together forever", written in italic of course.

It was a beautiful piece of art. i could only wish I was that talented.

Soon a police siren blared and before we could run the two cops were out of the car and had us in cuffs.

I didn't really mind, I was expecting it anyway, we vandalised the side of the town hall.

Not that I or Tori found it as vandalism.

"I hope Dylan sees it before they take it down." I said worriedly to Tori.

"Don't worry he will."

She had so much faith in him. It was sweet.

***

"McKay you have been bailed out." The sherif announced grabbing the keys and unlocking the cell door.

"What about Tori?" I frowned.

"No just you."

That didn't make any sense, if Dylan were to bust me out he would bust Tori out first.

I looked back at Tori confused.

She gave me a reassuring smile and a shrug.

The cop walked me over to a man sitting in the waiting room.

To my utter disappointment it was my stalker.

"Autumn, vandalising the town hall! what were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking it was art, and none of your god damn business!"i hissed at him.

Who did he think he was?!

"I think we need to go for a walk." he offered.

"I think we should stay here until my friend is out of that cell."

"Why are you so difficult Autumn?"

I tilted my head to the side and pouted, "you don't like my personality?" I asked him in fake hurt, then my pout dropped and my head went back to its normal position, "to bad I couldn't care less." i snapped harshly.

"Is this how your parents raised you?!" he snapped back.

My eyes narrowed at him.

I didn't care that he was a cop at this point, my hand came up and stung as it made contact with his cheek.

The throb of my hand only made me more furious.

"You don't know anything about my parents!" I seethed through my clenched teeth.

The nearby coppers came to try and restrict me from causing harm, but the officer in front of me raised his hand as if to say leave it.

Why was he being like this?!

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