Tyde One Shits

Criminal x Cop

Sorry, not sorry, sweetheart.

Clyde's POV

"Craig...Are you sure...?"

  "Yes, Clyde. Jesus Christ."

  "But it's past dark...and there are no lights.."

  Craig sighed in annoyance and shoved the can of spray paint into my hand. The urge to make this brick wall was tempting.

  I thought Craig was being a sourpuss again, so I punched him in the arm and ran around the building. The abandoned fire station was an easy target of mine and Craig's plans. The bricks that got greyer as it aged. Broken bricks were scattered across the walls, a large opening where other people had broken in. And of course, the spray paint where Craig has already started. I swear he's too eager to get caught.

  Craig and I vandalized messages on old buildings, and they never really went away. No one caught us, so that's a plus. I had a bad feeling about this one though. A sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as I wrote disgusting and foul messages on the walls. I didn't like it.

  The difference between me and Craig with spray painting, is that Craig added little faces and pictures. That's how the police know there are two people. Craig always draws faces and mine don't have any. But my messages are much more foul than Craig's. It honestly made us a better team.

  It was the middle of the night with no lights. But I've done this so many times that I didn't need lights, no one would see us.

  After we finished with the messages and pictures, Craig and I did our secret handshake and I began my journey back home. I lived across town and Craig was a few blocks away from me. I always liked taking the long path because the night is the only time I can walk anywhere by myself.

  Minutes passed and soon an hour later, I arrived home. My larger house that my boyfriend bought us after high school. I swear Token had too much money. After all, he did grow up rich, but that wasn't why I loved him. We've been together for about nine years, since we were fifteen. He hasn't asked me to marry him yet, which hurts a little. But I'm glad to be with him.

  I unlocked the door quietly and went inside. All the rooms are dark with the outlines of our items. This house was gorgeous. Token decorated it, so of course it was gorgeous. I blankly went through the house and up the stairs to mine and Token's shared bedroom. I expected Token to be at work. Like always.

  And get this, Token was a police officer. He went through the academy when we graduated high school and has been a police officer ever since. He's good at his job, but I hate having him come home with a busted up face. I'm scared he's going to end up in the hospital shot, or even worse, dead.

  "What are you doing awake?"

  Token looked up from his book and smiled. That one smile that told me he was hiding something. But it was attractive, I blushed and gave a small smile back. He shut the book and put it away, sitting up and patting the spot next to him.

  "You haven't answered my question, baby," I said, walking to the bed and climbing on it. Instead of sitting next to him, I sat on his lap and kissed his cheek gently.

  "Waiting for you. You almost worried me," he whispered, kissing my cheek back. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  "Why were you worried? I always come back."

  "I know. But I felt bad for being at work so much. I wanted to treat you to something. You weren't here when I came home," he frowned, nuzzling into my neck. His voice held a little wonder, but mostly concern. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions.