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PART: 02

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"Rowen, over here!" The spiky haired boy named Jack calls over. He waves me to the plain wall which is consisted of mildew and dirt.

"Nice," I answer, studying the wall.

This will be a great canvas for our work. We've been trying to find a right place to paint, but nothing prevailed. After going to so many places with no miracles, I knew it was about time we found something. To most people, a dirty wall wouldn't be worth a second of their time. A famous artist would spit on this wall and scoff while painting the mustache on their precious painting.

To us? Why, this is gold.

"Um, can someone explain to me why we chose an abandoned parking garage?" Pete asks, scratching his blonde hair behind his ear.

He's been a friend of mine since freshman year of high school, and now has been since my freshman year of college. He wanted to see what it was like for a day in my life. My hobbies, my lifestyle, and this is it.

Finding places to paint.

"It's somewhere no one expects, but yet has the dark gloom we're looking for," Raven says. "Plus, there's a less chance we get caught again."

"Again?" Pete says nervously.

"Relax, that was months ago," I tell, swinging my hand in the air as if to brush off the thought. To be honest, it was more like three weeks ago to be exact. He doesn't need to know that. He'll freak out over the smallest things.

Jack places his hands on his hips, glaring at Pete. "If you can't handle it, then you are free to leave," Jack says casually.

"No, I'm fine," Pete says.

Jack stands with pride, then turns around just in time before Pete blushed. Jack and Raven walk away and observe the wall, deciding at which part to start at.

Jack and I started this whole painting thing. To the cops, we're just kids who spray paint and cause trouble. It's a form of graffiti in their eyes. But it's more to us. It's art that the world can see. A way to get our point across without having to pay money to advertise it some other way. Yeah, we have a problem with society, but I wouldn't like it any other way.

I dig through the backpack for a blue spray can for the base. "You know you don't have to do this. It's not for everyone as you can see with it only being the four of us," I say to Pete. It's hard finding people who are interested in shady art.

He takes his backpack off and looks through it. "I want to. And why can't you guys do art that's legal? Maybe so you won't get into trouble?"

I glance up at him. "Where would the fun in that be?" I smirk.

I enjoy the rush. I like the idea of being caught in action. It provides more attention to the public. With me playing it safe, there would be no adrenaline, and that's what I crave.