Collide With The Sky (A Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

Oh My God, This Is Paradise

Title Credit: Stain Glassed Eyes And Colorful Tears- PTV.

Yet again I found myself sitting on the edge, leaning against the board that advertised the latest games to the City. I loved being up here for multiple reasons: the first being the beautiful view of the City; the second was that it just out far enough that it escaped the light pollution to give a clear view of the stars, and the final reason was the security of certain death if I jumped as it was one of the tallest buildings that allowed roof access.

The reason I enjoyed being so close to the edge was the reaction my body had to it. I, usually, had no intention of jumping, but I craved the freedom it brought: the way that nothing mattered, my entire mind just stopped and I could find peace. The tranquility of watching the 'City that never sleeps' carry on.

It felt almost as though time would freeze while I was up here and my life was just put on hold while I escaped from reality. I found myself up here more than anywhere else and I had even camped up here once, just to see if I could. I didn't share this place with anyone and as far as I knew no one else ever came up here.

Unfortunately I couldn't stay up here forever, so with a sigh I stood up and took one final look at the busy streets and made my way back home. I had no idea what the time was, but judging from the cool air I would say somewhere in the early hours of the morning.

I slowly walked down each flight of stairs trying to put off going home for as long as possible. I was hoping I could skip past the receptionist on the first floor as I didn't really want to sit through another half-hearted lecture about how the roof was off limits. They had to tell me because it was protocol, but I don't think they really cared that much as I wasn't going to listen. After they found out that I had camped up there, they gave up trying. They knew I wasn't going to do anything stupid.

Occasionally they sent someone up to check on me. I knew and was friendly with most of the staff, but I was more personable with the night staff as that was when I was the most awake.

"Molly, is that you?" Dammit!

"Hey Taylor, yeah I was just leaving," I replied walking over to the front desk; there was no point in pretending it wasn't me when they all knew it was.

"You know what I'm going to say to you, don't you?" She sighed.

"You know what I have to say about that," I replied with a smile.

"What's so interesting about the roof anyway?"

"It's peaceful and I can see the stars. It's freedom, besides the city's gorgeous from above," I replied with a genuine smile on my lips and a sparkle in my eyes.

"Go on get out of here kiddo." I feigned being hurt.

"Taylor, I am not a kid!"

"Sure thing. Now go, before I have to call security," Tay replied rolling her eyes.

"But Mark's my favorite!" I whined but nonetheless I picked up my bag and headed towards the door.

"Till the next time. Laters, I love you!" I called as I walked out into the busy streets. I kept to the main streets that were coated in an almost binding light as I went back to my flat.

When I peered through the door, I found my dad asleep/passed out on the couch with a couple of beer bottles surrounding him. Great. That meant I was in trouble because he had tried to wait up for me.

I crossed the room and went into my 'studio'. It was actually the spare room that we had converted into my space. It kept all of my art supplies on a wall-wide shelf, where I also kept my camera. In the corner leaning against the couch was my guitar.

The room was soundproof so I wouldn't upset anyone at the stupid times I was up. Behind the couch was a window that covered the majority of the wall and faced the City and in the other corner was a desk hiding somewhere under the mountain of paper and artwork.

If I wasn't out on the roof of the hotel, then I was in here. It was also the only room in the entire apartment that had any character and personalization. We weren't the richest of families and all the money had gone into making this the perfect for me. Sometimes I felt guilty about it because my dad never kept any money for himself to treat himself to something, but he always argued that he was happy knowing that I was happy and doing something I loved.

However I wanted to repay him for all his hard work, I just didn't know how. I collapsed on the couch and glanced at the clock.

04:54.

Wow, I had stayed out late. I looked out to the window to see the first signs of dawn approaching. I was feeling creative and had always wanted to paint the sun as it was rising.

Seeing as I was already up, I decided to make that happen. I knew the best time was quarter to eight for the prettiest colors, so I started t gather up everything I needed. When everything was packed, I walked into my actual room, which only contained my bed and a wardrobe, collected some old clothes and went off to have a shower.

Once dressed, I made my way to the kitchen in search of food, but finding nothing that appeased me. I quickly wrote out a note for my dad, saying that I had gone out painting for the day and left. I made a stop at Starbucks for some much needed coffee before heading back to my second home.

I was hoping I could sneak in the back as the night shift changed over for the day, so that I could avoid Tay. It wasn't like I was worried about being caught; I just didn't want to be seen by the same person twice in one night/day. I would just make my presence known a little later.

I was a couple of floors away when I ran into someone. I jumped back from surprise, but also because I didn't want to spill my coffee.

"Hey watch i..." He started but when he looked up and saw me I was pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Princess!"

"You know, I quite like oxygen," I coughed pointing to the fact I still couldn't breathe. He quickly released me and I took a couple of deep breaths before greeting my friend.

"Good morning to you too Drake,"

"When do you ever sleep?" He asked looking at the large coffee cup in my hands.

"Eh, couple hours every couple of days," I shrugged.

"What are you doing up here and what are you so happy about at this time in the morning?"

"I was just checking that the rooms were ready for the day and just doing my job y'know. And why can't I be happy, huh?" Drake asked poking me softly.

"It's twenty past seven. In. The. Morning." I stressed.

"I'm going to paint the sunrise, laters." I called as we both started to walk in the opposite directions. I was about to hit the stairs when I called back.

"Hey Drake?" His head appeared around the corner he had just turned.

"Yes Princess?"

"For startes I hate that freaking nickname. But don't tell Tay you've seen me this morning please?"

"Why?" He asked intrigued.

"I, err, left kinda late last night," I mumbled barely audible.

"You are aware that last night means before midnight, right?" He grinned.

"Whatever, please?" I rolled my eyes.

"Sure."

"Thanks, catch you later."

"Don't make a mess, or a noise. I like my job." He called behind me.

I climbed the last couple flights of stairs to the roof and set up facing the sun. When I was finished I looked at the view. It was so pretty the way the sky was a rainbow of reds, purples and blues. I finished my coffee while it was still warm and started to paint.