𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫| 80s heart throbs ( Matt Dillion & Ralph Macchio ) x reader

Sneaky little brat

:A/n:

Ahh yes writing fan fiction while at school, the finest way of writing. The finest.

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Washing my hands and putting the hair stuff back where it was placed before I used it, I then walked out and smelt cigarette smoke soak into my nostrils. Coughing, I opened my brothers room and weaved the smoke from my face and coughed before I spoke. "Dave, cut that shit out will ya? I can see, taste, and smell that bullshit in the hallway." You said, looking over at him in his bed wearing sun glasses with a shit ton smoke everywhere. "Fine, jeez, I'll crack open a window cause your shitty lungs can't handle it." He said, getting up and opening his window.

I saw the orangey pink sunrise shine bright through the horizen, I don't find things such as this pretty, but this time, I was amazed by its beauty. I then saw as the smoke flew out his window for everyone else on the street to see, smell, and taste. Our other neighbor hates it, which is understandable, but she threatened to tell our parents if we dont keep it under control. I started planning on an area to hide my piles of magazines as soon as I saw that old lady's face appear on the street with the most pissed expression. Dave didn't seem bothered at all, just stared at her and turned past me to get a fan so that the smoke get's out quicker.

She began to scream at us, I guess my brother really didn't care, or maybe he literally couldn't hear her, but he then lit another cigarette and started smoking it out the window. Seeing her bark at us like a literal bitch she is, she then threw todays newspaper at us and left. We were on the second floor, but somehow that old hag hit Dave. He flipped her off with his hand that was holding the cigarette, laughing, seeing that she looked back and saw him doing that. Then she stormed off, I saw as birds sitting on her house quickly flew away when she slammed her house door shut. "Make sure to keep it outside, I'll do you a favor if she tells mom and dad and hide your cigarettes." I said, seeing as he continued to smoke, then nodded. I shut his doo rand walked back to my room. Looking back at the paper in my hand, I played with the corner of the paper while I was reading. They start excepting art 3 days from now, and close art openings 3 weeks from when it starts. I decide to paint Ralph Macchio, him having the softest face structer, which will be easier to pant.

I started my plan out, grabbing moms wallet at 3 AM and leaving for walmart for the cheapest art supplys at 4 am. Why I can't go now, well, they have this humungas pile of shit we need from the store, and I really don't want to do that shit.

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2:58 AM

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I hear my loud black alarm clock beep as I get up from my slumber, then remembering what the fuck I have to do. Getting up, I grabbed some black leggings and a black hoodie to wear so that I look extra scetchy and that my parents won't notice me that much. Sneaking downstairs, I see my mom drunkenly passed out on the pullout couch, I reach for her big ass purse and pull out her wallet. Taking it, I then open a window and escape through the backyard, getting past the trash cans, I hear my brother speak to me from his window. "Hey idiot, I see you, you really suck at sneaking out, you know that?" He said, I turned to him and nodded, knowing damn well that if I speak back to him my parents will hear. He laughed and turned back into his room, closing the window, looked back at me and smirked, I put a finger against my lips to tell him not to say shit to mom and dad. He just shut his curtains in response.

Flipping him off, I left, I wouldn't be able to get there on foot, so I grabbed an old bike that mom used to ride every damn day. I then petaled fast and hard so that I can get there fast enough before they wake up and realize what I'm done.

Once Im there, I see bright lights and one almost passed out worker sitting at the register. I realize I don't have a bike lock, so I just leave my bike out there, no ones out anyway. Walking in, I sprint to the art area and grab the paint I need, 2 canvases (in case I fuck up on the first one), some pencils, and a sharpie to sign my work. While walking over to the cashier, I grab an energy drink and see the new issue of teen beat magazine, sure I already have it, but I would like to just look through it. I place all my items in front of the cashier, I put back the magazine and hear them ask me if I was doing that contest for those guys to come to your school. I gave him my parent's credit card and responded with yes, he wished me luck, then gave me my card back. Shoving all into a bag, I walked out and ran to the bike, seeing that it was gone.

Sighing, I start to run home, seeing that the sun is rising already, once I get to my street, I walk through the back door and scramble in through the window. Seeing my mom still asleep. I put her wallet back into her big ass purse, taking my shoes off and ran up the stairs quickly to my room. Tossing the bag to the corner of my room and falling face first onto my bed.

Falling deep into a slumber.