Rollercoaster

#32 Stargazing

We stopped outside what seemed like a hardware and paints store. What on Earth would Drake want here?

"Wait outside," he said and went in.

Okay he seemed awfully cheery.

He was back in a few minutes with his backpack stuffed. Then we continued our walk.

"How much longer?" I complained.

"We just reached," he said and stood in front of the path to an alleyway. How creepy was that?

We continued further into the alleyway and I realised it wasn't just any alley. It was a...

"Graffiti?" I asked.

"Yep!" He said, excited.

Was this actually happening? I'd always wanted to be able to Graffiti out on the open, but I never thought I'd actually be able to do it. Holy shit. This was awesome.

"You're kidding..."

"Nuh uh," he replied and grabbed two spray paint bottles from his bag. He threw me one and took his to a wall and immediately started using the paint. He graffitied his initials DW big on the wall in a place where he could actually find some empty space without any other artwork.

Woah... We were actually doing this.

I tried to write Syd but I failed miserably. You see, graffitiing isn't as easy as it seems. I tried a few more times but failed... Again. Drake, on the other hand, had drawn a dagger and started a rose by the time I could get the S right.

"Wow, have you done this before?" I asked him. He seemed to be very experienced.

"Yeah... I lived here during my childhood and I'd come here everyday with a bunch of friends to spend the night."

"Didn't you ever sleep?"

He laughed. "Of course I did. Just not earlier than 2 in the morning."

"Wow you must have been so lucky to live here..."

"It's not as great as it sounds."

"Why not?"

"Doesn't matter."

There were a few seconds of silence then, he continued graffitiing whatever he was graffitiing (I couldn't figure out what it was supposed to be) and then he saw me staring at him.

"You don't know how to do it, do you?" He asked.

"Do what?"

"Graffiti obviously!"

"Oh right! Yeah no... I don't know, it's hard."

He came behind me and held my hand.

"You can't keep it this close," he said and pulled my hand further away from the wall. "And don't move your hand slowly, it's needs to be quick. Otherwise
there'll be too much paint in one area and it'll take forever to dry."

I stared in awe. He was a fricken pro. And damn... The way I felt his breath on my neck.

"Okay now you spray," he said.

"Release Raven," he repeated when I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

"Oh yeah, okay," I said and sprayed while he quickly moved my hand for me making me draw something. I couldn't push away the thought that he was touching my hand. It sent shivers across my spine.

"There," Drake said after we were done.

He had made me Graffiti a skull. A literal skull. Why a skull of all things? A black skull. A black skull on the walls of new York. A FRICKEN SKULL-