Handcuffed

Chapter 7

"I'll be right back."

My eyes followed him as to his car. He came out with a small bag.

"Whatcha got there?"

"You'll see."

He stepped around the corner. And came back in the next two minutes. I felt him staring but I refused to look.

"Skylar?"

My eyes traveled to the handsome boy holding a cigarette between his perfect lips.

"Here."

He tossed one to me.. Only they weren't cigarettes.

"Wait what? No.. I've never even touched.."

He cut me off

"You'll be fine."

He said bringing my hand to his lighter.

Ten minutes later we were sitting next to the wall laughing at a very fat squirrel struggling to climb a tree.

"So Skylar.. How old are you?"

"17. You?"

"Just turned 20 two weeks ago."

I was surprised he was 20, he only looked a little older then me.

"Do you smoke weed often?"

Stupid question Skylar!

"Not that often, no."

We spent the next hour exchanging information about ourselves.

"So why'd you start this hobby?"

I turned to face his gorgeousness. His features seemed to grow rough at question. No answer.

"I started three years ago when my father died. He was a strong believer in everyone being equal and free. So I showed his beliefs in my work."

He looked sympathetic as I tried to blink the beginning of my tears away. It grew silent for a few minutes.

"How'd he die?"

I'm glad he was the one to break the silence.

"War."

I replied bluntly.

It seemed like ages before either of us spoke again.

"Hey! I've got an idea Sky!"

I smiled at the nickname my father used to use.

"What if we become partners?"

Wait what?! this sure is moving fast. Partners as in..?

"Like we come up with a symbol or something you know? for your father's beliefs, and we spread it everywhere."

Oh that answered my question. Partner as in street art partner. Partners in crime.

" Wait that's actually a good idea."

"Well you sound surprised? I'm full of good ideas."

I looked at my phone as he made this small joke. 6:38, five missed calls. Two texts, and a voicemail all from mom.

"I've got to go I'm sorry. Thanks for everything."

I said running to my car.

"Wait sky?"

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow same time same place?"

I smiled and nodded in agreement as I climbed into the car and closed the door.