Vikk's POV
Step.
Step.
Step.
One step after another. I just keep walking down the empty streets alone.
My watch reads 1AM but it could be off. I snuck out, i needed to get out of that house which will only ever remind me of my drunk father and abused mother.
All i can ever smell in that house is that horrid beer that my dad abuses constantly.
I shake these thoughts out of my head and put in some headphones, letting the music take me away.
Lachlan's POV
I reach up high, putting pressure on the nosel of the bottle. I paint a lovely picture of chains surrounding a faceless persons body.
The smell of spray paint fills the alley way and i push my mask further onto my face. Trust me, i know this is illegal.
Painting is my only way to show how i feel inside. Things had happened the past few days, causing my mind to be in the clouds.
Painting has always been my passion in life. It distracted me with everything going on in life.
I shake the can of white spray paint, just as i do, i hear light footsteps around the corner from me and i hide.
I sure hope that's not the police...again.
Vikk's POV
I hear a metal piece shaking. I pull out my headphones and stop walking.
The shaking stopped almost as soon as i did. I hesitantly walked forward and peaked around the corner of the alley way.
A bright blonde quiff stuck out from behind a bin. "Hello?" I question softly.
They move out slightly from behind the bin. "Are you a cop?" They, he, whispered.
"A cop? What?? No, My names Vikk" I shook my head. He walked out the rest of the way.
"I'm Lachlan" He mumbled, going back to the wall. I see in his hand a can of spray paint, probably the metal piece that was shaking earlier.
I walk closer to see what he was painting. Obviously not my business, but oh well.
He was an amazing artist if i do say so. "So, Uh,Lachlan?" I say, not fully remembering his name. The nodded his head softly, signaling a yes.
"You know this is illegal ri-" I got cut off by the sharp turn of his head. "No shit" He muttered.
He sprayed this iron coloured paint against the hard concrete. "Sorry, of course you do. Why do you do this them? With that risk and all?" I ask, kicking around the dirt below me.
"Where else can i express myself? College forces you to be someone else, not you. People judge you "He says pulling out a can of white paint.
"I mean yeah, you have a point and all, but why in public? Why not on paper?" I ask sitting against the wall he's painting on.
"Why do you get tattoos on your body instead of paper hm?" He glared. "Yeah, but-" I got interrupted by a groan.
"You ask so many questions. I didn't know you existed until 5 minutes ago. Why are you getting all personal?" He mumbled hastily at me.
I thought for a long while i just sat there. I thought about what he meant. "Well, Uh.." I trail off. He looks at me, putting down his paint.
"Well, I guess i thought you might be just as lost and broken as me" I mumbled, looking away from him. "Oh" He said.
We say in silence for a while. Lachlan gathers up all his paint. "Got a place to stay?" He asks me. "W-what?" I stutter.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" He repeated. "I,um,I do. But uh probably wont go there." I said playing with my fingers.
"Why not?" He asked. "Abusive parents." I muttered "Oh. Come with me" He said pulling me up.
I walk along side him to what i presume is his house.
"So, why did you leave? Like your house?" He questioned
"Dad screamed at mom, so uh yeah" I mumble. "Oh. It'll get better." He said.
-Time skip-
"And we're here" He announced. I had a calming feeling. It was very weird because i didn't know Lachlan well, but there was a calming feeling with him.
I looked up, it's a nice house, not small but not big. It was obvious that he lived alone.
We walked into his house. The inside was breathtaking. The walls were covered in his spray paint art.
Everything was, walls, ceiling, some furniture and all the cupboards. He was amazing at it.
I sat down on his colourful couch and he sat down beside me.
How eventful was this night.
