three months - l.h.

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Luke took her to what used to be an art gallery. The paintings were covered in graffiti and so was the rest of the place. Sydney was in awe looking at her surroundings and she took a picture of nearly the whole floor. The place has been abandoned for nearly two years ever since the first graffiti gang attacked the place. Most of the paintings were ruined so the owner took whatever wasn't ruined and left. No one dared to clean up the place or try to sell it because it was worthless since whoever graffitied the place would do it again.

"This is amazing," Sydney said as they kept exploring the place. Luke was praying they wouldn't come across anyone because they could get in trouble.

"It is," Luke said as a matter-of-factly. They heard footsteps and hid behind a curtain. They saw a tall figure walking towards them and Luke swore they were going to dîe. Sydney's body was full of adrenaline and held on to Luke's hand tightly. Luke yelled when the tall figure rolled the curtain and Sydney rolled her eyes when she saw the guy. He looked harmless. His hair was dyed lilac and he was laughing extremely hard.

"Luke, you are such a pûssy." The guy said in between laughs and Luke opened his eyes, flicking off the guy.

"Fück off, Michael." Luke muttered. "What are you doing here?" He asked and walked out of their hiding spot, Sydney following behind him. Their hands were still interwined and Sydney was paying attention to their conversation.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came here to be all artsy and shît." Michael said and held up a bag full of spray paint.

"Are you going to draw over all of this?" Sydney asked, looking at the walls. They were all covered in graffiti.

"Looks like we haven't met before, love." Michael said. "I'm Michael Clifford."

"Sydney Geller," Sydney smiled and shook his hand. Michael bit his lips, trying to not let out a laugh. Her name was Sydney and this city is named Sydney. He thought it was funny, but chose to not say anything since it could hurt her feelings.

"Now, Sydney, would you like to go to my special place and be artsy?" Michael wiggled his eyebrows and Sydney giggled.

"Sure," she said, looking at Luke. He gave her a small smile and they followed behind Michael. They got to the third and final floor. The floor wasn't as graffitied as the first floor.

"This is all of my work," Michael said proudly. "No one ever comes up here because apparently it's haunted."

"I can't believe people actually believe that." Sydney laughed, and Luke let out a nervous laugh. The show Supernatural made him believe in this type of stuff. He was honestly traumatized with it, but he loved it at the same time. He had never seen a ghost or anything out of the ordinary, but he was prepared for when it happens and he thanked the show for that. He never told anyone though, they'd think he's crazy. The exception was his friend Calum but he tried to convince Luke it wasn't real, that the show was fictional and it would never happen in real life. Luke soon realized he was right but he always carried a bottle of salt, just in case.

"Do you want to do the honors?" Michael asked Sydney handing her a mask and took out all of the spray paint. Sydney nodded, grabbing the mask and choosing a red can. She handed her polaroid to Luke and he took a picture of Michael and Sydney wearing their masks and holding a can each. The background was full of Michael's art and it was honestly an amazing picture.

Soon enough, Sydney wrote Luke and Sydney on the wall with a vibrant red color. She was proud of her handwriting and Luke grinned when he saw what she wrote.