I Swear. It Was Me

6. You Don't Know the First Thing

Chapter 6 - You Don't Know the First Thing

William POV

I could feel the tears rolling down my face as I slept. Reaching up I wiped them and then slowly opened my eyes. The room was mostly black and I blinked to adjust to the green light that was coming from my alarm clock. I looked over at it and sighed, it was 4:28. I turned away from my clock and faced the wall, pulling the mountain of blankets up to my chin. I could never remember the dreams. At one point it was about Jonathan and Don, but now, I don't know... I could assume that it was. Why else would I wake up crying every night? Flipping back around I looked at my alarm clock, which read 4:30. Standing up I stretched and left my room.

Looking around the living room which was dimly lit by the street lamp, I was able to find what I was looking for. I tiptoed past the couch quietly lifting the almost finished, yet ruined painting I had begun a few days ago. I turned, still looking at the imperfection and hit my foot against the couch.

"Ah fuck." I whispered hopping around on my good foot, only to back into my easel. I could tell this wasn't going to be good. I fell backwards knocking myself and the easel onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Police don't move!" I heard a shout. Looking up I could see that I had woken up Officer Hottie. Who was now preoccupied with pointing a gun at me.

"It's me dumbass." I said standing up and brushing paint chips off my clothing, picking up the painting again.

"Oh." He said shortly and everything was quiet for a bit. "Sorry, I'm a light sleeper."

I scoffed. "Really? I didn't notice." I picked the easel up and tucked it under my arm along with my painting and walked away from him.

"What time it?" He asked me.

"I dunno." I said not turning around. "About 4:30." I walked into the kitchen stealing a bar stool and paint brushes in a cup from the island, I moved into the living/dining room where Officer Hottie was waking up.

"I have to leave for work soon." He said, his deep morning voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Do you think I care?" I asked setting my stuff down near the door, I flipped on the light switch and heard a groan behind me. I smiled slightly and opened a can of green paint. Dipping my brush in I began to cover up the grey streak very carefully. As I tried to cover the grey in a way that it didn't loose the grey color, but didn't become bright green I heard footsteps behind me.

"That's very good." Officer Hottie said leaning over my shoulder.

I scoffed. "It would be, if it wasn't ruined." I said raising my eyebrows looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I could see him staring at the painting in front of me. It was supposed to be a forest with sun shining in through the canopy of leaves on top, but the sides were the sun was unable to reach was comprised of blacks, browns, a variety of grey and some blue even. As I mixed a bit of green and black on a paint pallet I could feel Officer Hottie's breath on my neck. "I never learned your name."

"What if I don't want to tell you?" He asked still looking at my canvas.

"As least tell me your last name." I said dotting my canvas with dark green.

"Stephen Geraldo" He said turning his face to look at me

"Well then Officer Geraldo. Isn't it about time for you to leave?" I asked.

"I have to leave in about 20 minutes." He said.

"Well at least stop watching me."

"Why?"