(Abandoned) Emo Boyfriend One Shots

Derek... The Rookie Cop

READERS POV

I was walking through the dark city streets. I have had a run in with the law once or twice. I vandalized some old mans candy store once. That was some fun shit. I had just done one of my most famous accomplishments yet. I spray painted the entire school wall with the emblem of me. I have become notorious for my art work. Though that art work is deemed illegal because it is "On Private Property." 

I am called Disciple, my logo is something people have called a pentagram. It is actually a pentagram the word authority in the middle. My parents wanted me to be the poster child for what every young girl should be like. They died in a car accident so after my 11th Birthday. I was thrown in the orphanage and forgotten. I found that saying fuck the rules makes you have a little bit of a rush, and makes you feel like no one can touch you. I love my art. The only way that they haven't caught me is because I use the spray paint the school has hidden inside the supply shed. They buy tons of the stuff. I grab a pair of gloves and they wont ever now it was me. 

Mind you, in the city curfew exists and I am under that curfew. 20 and Younger must be off the streets by 10:00 unless accompanied by someone over 21. Of course I am 20. I heard sirens behind me so I started to run. I know the alleys like the back of my hand. I know where the hookers hide and where the gangs are. The cop car flew right past me. I stopped now learning that it wasn't me the cops were after. I turned the last block my orphanage when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see a someone walking towards me. He was in a uniform. A cop uniform, I started running. The footsteps getting louder and closer behind me. 

My heart started to race. I ran harder. When I reached the orphanage I jumped to the fire escape. I climbed up the narrow ladder until I reached the roof. The foot steps have disappeared. I looked off the roof of the building and climbed over to my room. I opened the window and I swung in only to be met by Mother Teresa and The Cop from earlier. I sighed and sat on my bed. 

"(Y/N) where were you. I was worried sick." Mother Teresa ran over and gave me a hug. The cop sat back and watched with amusement at the sight of the elderly woman hugging me. When she let me go she looked at the officer and gave him a nod as she walked out. 

"I have some questions for you... 1. Why were you out so late. 2 Why do you have black paint on your neck." Now that I could see him better he had a green emo cut with blue eyes that were almost like ice. He seemed about my age and was kind of nervous. 

"I was coming back late from a friends house. I was with her for most of the day. We were painting her room." I kept my focus locked directly onto his eyes. I made sure that my voice didn't waver suggesting that I was lying to the man. I have been on the run from the cops for 6 years easily. I know how to lie to have them leave you alone. 

"Mother called me when she came up to your room and you weren't present. I asked her where you could have gone and she returned by saying you had been home until about 10:00 when she saw you last. Now do you want to tell the truth or continue lying. I need some coffee and I don't want to be out here dealing with this." He yawned and stretched. I eyed his uniform and noticed he was a rookie. He didn't have certain patches that signify if he was anything greater. when you deal with the cops for a long time you learn about them and what you can do to annoy them.

As I was thinking of a way to get him away from me his speaker went off. "Derek, Reports have it that the school has been tagged by that Disciple person. We know that you find it cool and pretty. Why don't you go see if there is anything. I know we can't find anything on the person so why don't you go admire some art." The woman's sassy voice rung out through my room.

"Do you think the graffiti is nice?" I spoke out.

"Yeah, someone isn't afraid of putting there emotion out for the world to see. If I could only meet the person who made this City scared because of art." He laughed to himself. 

"Derek... Right? I know who Disciple is. I could have you meet them if you wish." After hearing him say that he liked my art, I seemed to trust him.  

"You could have me meet the artist. That would be awesome." He smiled at me. It felt genuine and he seemed excited. 

"Follow me." I stood from my bed and moved to my window. I stepped out and looked down. My room is in the attic. I was now on a stone ledge about 150 feet in the air. I jumped from the ledge to the fire escape once again. I turned around only to see Derek grabbing onto the wall afraid to move. I continued climbing up the ladder when I felt it move. I looked down only to see Derek beneath me wide eyed and shaking. I laughed and climbed the rest of the way up the ladder. Once I was on top of the orphanage I took of my jacket. I decided to spray paint my logo on my white shirt. I ran to the other side of the orphanage and grabbed my hidden spray paint can. I did it quickly because Derek was almost to the top of the ladder.. I put my jacket back on and zipped it up. Derek called out to me. I ran towards him. 

"Where is Disciple?" He looked around. 

"She is right here." I opened my jacket showing off my logo. His mouth dropped down. 

"Could you teach me how to spray paint." He was smiling like a child. I nodded my head yes.

"Only if you don't rat me out to your cop buddies." My expression turned serious. I trusted him enough to know my secret. 

"Of course, want to try to teach me Saturday night?" He said blushing like a fool.

"Sure, but you will have to jump from building to building." His expression turned from excited to scared.

"But I will die, I suck at running and doing anything physical. All I do is watch youtube and Netflix."

"Well then, don't lag behind because Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, or Pewdiepie put out a new video. I now this sounds crazy but Supernatural can wait an hour and a half."                                   

"Whatever (Y/N)... See you then." With that we both climbed down from the roof and I went to my room while he went off to see the art that I put on the school.                                                          //\\

So guys, I am so excited because we almost have 13k reads on the story!!!!! 

I am so happy that I have all of you here with me. My mom is fixing my IPod so the updates with come out faster and they with have better grammar. My mom is gonna let me have my IPod back because of sports and clubs etc. 

I AM IN A BAND!!!! We are called Painted Black after a Rolling Stones song. I am the lead vocalist and lead guitar. I met the guys at a party and now I am in a band. XD lets see how this goes. The name is schedule to change whenever we feel like it. 

Anyway LOVE Y'ALL SO FUCKING MUCH 

~MATTY Mu'Fuckin BLACK