Jerrie Oneshot Book

Graffiti

Summary: Jade painted a mural for her girlfriend but maybe got caught by a police officer who turns out to be her girlfriend's dad.

Jade maintains that it's not really graffiti. It's more graffiti adjacent. She had technically painted on a wall that wasn't her property, but it was a very shitty, downtrodden wall and it wasn't like she'd painted a dick or something. She's actually really proud of how it turned out. She's not so proud of getting caught – that was something she probably should have avoided. Jade's friends had also completely ditched her the moment the cops came, well, they all ran but Jade was the slowest, which makes little to no sense since Andre had lifted an injured Leigh-Anne into his arms at the sound of the siren and still managed to beat Jade in escaping.

That's the reason Jade is currently sitting in the back of a police car, on what her parents would call a school night, explaining herself to a Detective Edwards – who looks completely miffed that this is what he trained for, but resembles oddly like a cuddly bear when he smiles at each of her retorts. There was also something undeniably familiar in his demeanour that Jade just couldn't quite place. Sitting in said police car was also the reason her newly affirmed girlfriend was going to kill her, since she was undoubtedly grounded after this whole debacle, and wouldn't be able to go to dinner to meet her parents on Thursday.

Basically, Jade was screwed.

"Could we just pretend I wasn't doing that thing that I was supposedly doing, and you could drop me off where you found me? You don't even have to stop; I'll just drop and roll." 

To the officer's credit he laughs instead of sighing and moaning about her being a delinquent. Jade likes to think it's because he appreciated her artistic talent, though she has a feeling it probably has something to do with him being a dad himself, if the photo of a little girl on his dashboard is anything to go by.

"It was vandalism."

Jade scoffs. "You wound me, Detective. I destroyed nothing, I created a masterpiece."

He laughs again and Jade chuckles along after a moment's deliberation because she may as well resign herself to this fate. On the bright side, all she had to do was bring Perrie to the wall and she'd soften in an instant once she realized it was her face she had immortalized with swirling vines climbing her neck and awe in her blue eyes as she stared at the stars. Perrie would probably hit her first and tell her to stick to sketchbooks next time, but Jade knows the blonde would kiss her afterwards in a silent admission that she thought it was beautiful and that would be enough. She just needed to make it past the angry silence and avoidance that was bound to start it all off.

"It was really quite magnificent," he concedes.

"Then you'll let me go?" Jade asks hopefully but catches his eye roll in the mirror.

"No."

"What if I explained it to you?"

"The painting or your reason for doing it?" he asks and thinking about it for a second Jade realizes something.

"Both, it's the same thing really." He deliberates for a second but then he's nodding. "Love," Jade states cryptically and the way he shifts in his seat tells her that she's definitely piqued his interest.

"Love?" He prompts when Jade doesn't continue immediately.

"The girl in the painting isn't such a fan of talking about emotions. It actually took me three months to get her to realize I was hitting on her."

Detective Edwards laughs and motions for Jade to continue.

"I know right. Anyway, ever since then I figured I should just show her, rather than trying and failing to tell her. It sounds cheesy and if I actually said it out loud, I know she'd laugh at me, but she always gets this smile when I do it so I keep going, hence the insanely large and time consuming painting."