Painting the Walls of Dewport

IV.

I felt blood rushing through my veins and the excitement in the cold midnight air as it hits my skin as we run like dirty criminals from the police, I ran at a point where I could no longer feel my legs. We ran together just us against the never ending night.

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He explained when, where, and how we were going to do it. It should be clean and quick, no questions all that matters is that it's done and nobody got caught. He laid out the things he required to enable us to conduct our master plan, he needed of course his art materials which included only of paint cans in various colour which he already had, a ladder because it was an awfully large wall, and a good handy man to cover for him which is me. Poor me.

For the ladder, I got him covered since nana had one and it isn't used too much. We pretty much got all we needed but the pressure of getting caught does it.

"What do you mean the police does rounds?" I asked as I looked at him confused.

"The police does patrols," he answered "and we've got exactly 2 hours before they come going about, but that's just enough time." 2 hours that's quite a little bit of time.

"How the hell are you going to paint that in 2 hours? Are you crazy that's a big ass wall!" I exclaimed as I already began picturing myself in hand cuffs on the daily news.

"Trust me," he said in a not so assuring tone "I know my limits very well." He reminded me as he smiled like a lunatic.

"Yeah, sure." I said with a sarcastic tone in which he responded with a laugh.

The sun was almost down and the sky turned pink and lilac as we sat on Piers' porch talking about tomorrow night, it was a perfect afternoon so perfect that you could only wish of stopping time and being in that very moment forever, being lost in thought and having hazy memories.

The sky lost its colour slowly turning into a black abyss painted with millions of glittering stars across it. We called it a day and rested for the big day.

4:27 AM

I opened my eyes to see my dark room and the only thing glowing was my ringing phone, I answered immediately without checking who it was.

"Hello," I picked up the phone "who is this?"

"It's me!"

"Wait Piers? Why the hell are calling me?"

"Look it's just that I needed someone to talk to."

"Jesus I am not doing this Piers, I'll see yo-"

"Samantha and I broke up."

"What did you say?"

"We broke up, it wasn't working."

"Well, I am still fucking annoyed at the fact that you called me up for this!"

"Please, I just wanted someone to talk to a-and you were the only who answered."

I felt kind of bad for him, he must've been desperate and felt lonely and he is still a fully functional human being with feelings.

"Alright, I'll stay."

"I really appreciate this you know."

He started to explain what happened over them. Samantha doesn't agree with Piers' whole thing about graffiti she felt the need of stopping him but it ended up in a rather faulty fight which resulted to them breaking up. I get how Samantha empathises but no one can ever stop someone from doing something that they are passionate about even someone who they truly love.