Lontana Da Me 2

Take The Leap!

After running through a few streets, Mirko had known exactly what he had to do to calm hisself down and to fight his anger.
So he had run imidiately home to grap all the stuff he needed. He did not care about the sun was still shining. He had to do this now or never!
Becausd it wasn't already night he looked for a hidden place where he can let his creativity fly. In the last year this creativity and inspiration had been gone. But now it was there again. For one moment he could find it and he had to use it. Now!
In a small alley he found the perfect location for a new tag so he threw his bagpack on the ground and took all of the spray cans out of it.
"Let the fun begin", he mumbled while shaking one of the can. The last grafitti he had done, was the È tutta colpa mia one. His second grafitti. Also inspired by Valeria. Like the first one. And this one was also inspired by her. Mirko did not want to face the truth. But the truth was that only she was able to make him stronger and braver and to inspire him. Since he had met her he had created his own style and he was able to show it to the world. Before he had met her he had just liked to draw and he had tried to find his own style but he had not found it. Now he had. Because of Valeria. She had made him to the person he was now...
When Mirko start spraying his thoughts flew away. In the past...

"Federica?", Mirko asked the girl that drank out of a yellow cup with the name Federica on it. The girl that caught his eyes right from the beginning when she had passed him with his bike.
Irritated she turned around. Looked into his eyes. Than on her cup. She smiled: "No, it most be someone's else."
Mirko had known this. From the first moment he had seen her he would have never thought of this name. This name wasn't meant to be her name.
"Hi, I'm Valeria", she explained and Mirko knew exactly that it was the most perfect name for the most perfect girl he had ever seen.
"And you are?", she asked while Mirko ws still watching her concentrated.
He took a look on his cup. Embarressing...
"No, that's not...", he laughed awkward, "It's so: no one steals it now. Reverse psychology...Whatever, I'm Mirko."
A little bit excited he wanted to shake her hand. You could see that he did not felt comfortable. He was younger than all the others. He was younger than Valeria and that was...creepy.
"Don't be afraid of the wrong cup, Mirko", Valeria just answered taking a step towards him. For a moment everything they could do was looking into eachother eyes. Until Valeria heard this amazing song: "I love this track! Come on!"
She took his hand but Mirko pulled her back: "No..."
"Don't you like dancing on parties?", she asked laughing because as a dancer she could not even imagine this. But Mirko was someone special. That was something she new right from the start.
"What so special about dancing at parties?"
"It is like picking up a random cup", Valeria yelled going back on the dance floor, "Take the leap!"

Take the leap! That was exactly Mirko was doing right now. It was something she taught him. To risk something. Because without risk this life would be borring.
So Mirko did not stop spraying. Even though his eyes had slowly been filled with tears. Especially when he had to think about this one memory...

"I didn't want to call you a kid", Valeria said and turned around to walk towards Mirko who sat on his bed. Slowly she sat down in front of him to look into his brown eyes. They had had this fight before but she just could not have let him go this way. It had been wrong. She knew that.
"I missed you", he whispered after he had laid his hands on her cheek to kiss her now. Passionstely. She leaned in too and intensified the kiss. He missed that so much. He missed her. Maybe it was good to look for her in Napoli.
Unskilled Mirko tried to take off his shirt. But it did not work so Valeria needed to help him before she took off her shirt too. Laughing she leaned in and kissed him again. This taste of strawberries he would never forget.

Mirko was too concentrated on his memories and the grafitti that he forgot everything around him. The world turned off for a moment.
Until someone grapped him and pushed him against the wall in front of him. It was like someone turned on the sound again. He could not move because someone was still pressing him against the wall. Because he grapped Mirko's hand, Mirko had to let the spray can fall. What was that about?
"Finally!", a male voice yelled with a grin on his face. He could hear this. Then the man who pushed him said:"You're under arrest because of vandalism!"
Now also Mirko knew who those two men were. The police! Sure! Thebsun was still shining and everybody could see him. Mirko took a risk creating this grafitti at this time of the day. But it had been now or never!

I was waiting for Valentina in front of the university. We had decided to meet up today to spend the lunch break together. So we could eat something and talk about...Everything. You know? Life, love and other missunderstandings. And I was very excited. I knew that we did this very often because we were best friends. But today I was about to tell Valentina what I felt for her. Yes, it was risky. But this life was full of risk and that was important because without any risks it would be that interesting. Like I said just before.
I wore my best shirt and my best trousers, my best shues and my best smile. I wanted to look perfect. For Valentina. Yes, I was so in love. It was terrible. Scary. Creepy. Stupid. But it was love! A strong feeling you could not ignore. Deny? Maybe, yes. But ignoring this feeling was impossible.
"Giovanni!"
This voice! Unforgettable!
Nervously I turned around and looked into those beautiful eyes. My smile got wider with every step she came closer.
"Hey", I said and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
"Hey! So where are we going today?"
I had the perfect plan for this lunch break I wanted to present her now. But in this moment my phone started rining.
"Sorry", I said smiling at her and took out my phone.
"Giovanni Talamo?"
"Yeah, Giova, it's me. Mirko."
Irritated I looked at the number. It wasn't his one.
"Hey, where are you? Do you have a new phone?"
"Ehm...No, not really", he said stuttering and made me notecing that something wasn't okay. Or maybe nothing.
"Mirko? What happened?"
"Ehm...I...It's a long story to tell. But..."
"But?", I asked annoyed because actually I wanted to go on this date - okay, it wasn't a date but...That did not matter now - with Valentina.
"The police saw me doing a new grafitti and now I need an adult to pick me up from the police station because I had to stay here forever if nobody help me."
"What?!", I asked a little bit too loud. But I did not care about that. The only thing I cared about was that one of my best friends had been arrested. Oddio mio, what had he thought when he tried to do a grafitti during the sun was still shining?
"I had a fight with Valeria. So I needed to set my anger free and..."
"Okay! Stop!", I yelled, "Really? You had a fight with her again?"
Silence. Silence. A breath. Silence.
"Mirko, what have you done?"
"I did nothing! It was her fault, I...Okay, I was also angry because the kicked me out of school but..."
"What the hell?"
I could not believe what I was listening to.
"What happened?", Valentina asked carfully, "Is it Mirko?"
I nodded and roled my eyes because...I was angry. At him. And at Valeria. And at his school!
"Can you pick me up? Please?"
Thoughtful I look at Valentina. If I would pick him up now I would not be able to spend the break with her. And I had so much to say. I had so much to tell her. About my life and my feelings...But in the end friendship was more important. Wasn't it?