Difficult (Complete)

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---Firkle's pov---

As I finish up the final touches, I take a deep breath and back up to admire it.

It, being huge block letters that say "fuck you, conformists" in all capitals.

I shake my head and put the spray can back into my bag and start to walk away; Fixing the black beanie on my head.

I stuff my hands into my pockets and put my head down. This town might be cold nearly all the time, but I still haven't gotten used to it.

I shiver slightly and continue my way down the street. I continued to watch the sidewalk go by as I walked, when I bumped into someone.

I fell backwards and crashed to the ground falling flat on my ass.

Who the fuck is out at this time of night?

"What the hell?" I say fixing my beanie.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," I hear in an all-too familiar voice.

I look up irately and prepare to shove them off and ignore them, but then they extend a hand.

At first, I thought to just ignore it, but then I notice the bright blue eyes and the inky black hair.