Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Eleven

It's the final stretch of NaNo! That 50k is only five thousand words away now! ( I'm about 5 chapters ahead of where I have been posting)

Over the last few chapters that I have yet to post, I've decided I can't simply wrap this up around 50k. So this story is certainly going to be continuing onward throughout December! As always, expect chapters a couple times this week.

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Weeks after I had met Jason he told me one thing that I honestly thought was almost insane when the words first left his mouth. “When the snow starts falling, we get more daring.” He said with a large smile on his face on one of those late November nights as he watched the very first snowflakes of the season fall from the clouded sky above. His dark eyes were so mystified with the new wintery surroundings and I just couldn’t comprehend why he thought doing anything I this sort of weather would be so absolutely magical.

Now as I was hysterically laughing beside him as we slid across patches of black ice to escape from another police office, I honestly couldn’t agree more with those feelings. He was right when the snow started to fall we certainly did get more daring. At first, after the incident with Wyatt, Chelsea wouldn’t let either one of us go out with the crew. We got to sit in their apartment, pouting at each other, with some crappy online movie on the TV most nights while the rest of them went out to bomb whatever building they could get their hands on.

That changed over time though and by the time the cool February air rolled into town I spent a good portion of my time going out with Jason every night to work on a new piece while Chelsea and Quinn either went to class or worked. Their schedules this semester just didn’t end up lining up with the middle of my hectic senior year and unless I wanted to go out alone Wyatt and Jason were the only two members that I could really choose from, because as cute of a couple as they were they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves so a group with both of them was not an option. Plus, Jason’s style just seemed to compliment mine. We had been doing more and more collaborations since we started bombing the buildings around town and to be honest my art had never looked better.

That afternoon Jason and I got this bright idea to do a paste-up downtown on the side of this rather old looking brick building in the middle of the day, something we had been doing lately since the weather was simply too cold at night for either of our hands to work properly. Somehow we ended up down there, working on the side of the building as fast as we could when by the chance of fate an officer happened to be walking by us. Of course, we didn’t stick around long enough for him to ask any questions. The second the man spotted us we grabbed the can of wheat paste and our paint brush and started sprinting through the unsalted alley ways between the rather old buildings, laughing our heads off as he slipped on the patch of ice we were working on top of after he decided to try and chase us down.

We glided through those allies one after another continuing to laugh long after we had lost that police officer and our sprinting turned into a playful race between the two of us. I was out of breath from all of the laughing we did and honestly it was a nice way, in my opinion, to kick off my February vacation week.

“ Woah!” Jason hollered into the surrounding area when we started to run by one of the pieces we did with the entire crew a few days before. Both of his feet skidded to a stop abruptly in front of the artwork and his large eyes widen in apparent disbelief at what he was observing. Following his example I slowed my own pace so that I could easily glide over the next small patch of ice between us and land next to where he had come to a halt. My own eyes quickly redirected themselves towards the wall to wall covering that Jason was gawking at after my feet stopped moving. All of the posters that we had made as a group to complement one another were still there perfectly aligned in a straight row that covered the mid-section of the entire wall with witty sayings and cartoon like character popping out from the corners of each piece. It looked the same for the most part, except for one physical scar that the second I spotted I knew was why Jason stopped right there in the middle of the alley in disbelief.