The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 23

Days seemed to drawl continuing from there, a constant routine had also made life go by slower. In the morning I would wake up take two diet pills and wash them down with a glass of wine, or really any type of alcohol I could get my hands on. Anything to curb the hangovers, which seem to be getting worse as time progresses.

It's really only been a week, but it only took a day for me to latch onto my new diet. Natalie and I also hang out a lot, apperently she's here a lot and just never said anything. I feel kind of bad, I don't know if she realizes that jake has 100 other 'girlfriends' or is just stupid. I'm thinking of introducing her to Amanda and jefrey, i think they'd all be a couple of peas in a pod.

Speaking of friends, I haven't heard from Anyone back home, although I can't say I've put much effort into talking to them either. I bet everything's still the same.

Blowing a breath into the cool night, I steadied my bag as I tote-d it around. Metal cans awkwardly clacking together, cuasing me to swear at them to, "shut the fuck up" which isn't wrong. I still want to do this, the painting. Who cares if it's illegal anyways. I let out a quiet laugh as I pushed a long strand of hair aside.

"Fools"

Pulling up a hentai face mask I laughed. the thing is so ridculous looking that i can never help but not laugh when i look at it, even though i cant technically see it because its on my own face, but who cares about that anyways. Staring at the blank brick wall, I pondered over ideas, "i know the professionals have a really intricate way of this shit but i think simply saying fuck it is a better choice." Scratching my chin i pulled out a random color, blue.

Hmm possibilities are endless and i am shit out of endless. Spraying in random spurts I started making random shapes and squiggles till I had a C like shape. Hearing a low fizz i tossed the empty can into the bag and pulled out white. Now this could either make this really fucking cool or really fucking lame. Holding the white close i bebt down and got close, but not too close, and started sprating the outline of a head, then shoulders. Making the arms right is the triky part, ecpecially when you dony know what youre going to be painting in the first place.

Somehow i manged to paint the body without absolutely fucking it up.

"Now what?"

Taking a few steps back i analyzed what i had created so far, a blue c with a person standing on the center curve on the bottom. "Wait a moinutere. Wait one hot fucking pocket miute!" taking black, i sprayed a flat bananana under the person. Then sprayed some more around person and filled the c in, going around with white and black i highlighted the c. stepping back i admired my handy work.

"Its a motherfucking wave bitch!" i screamed at the top of my lungs as i pocked up my trippie bag and high tailed it out of the alley way.

Tossing the bag and myself into Amanda's car i dug through my white tote that i left in the car. Stripping my shirt and leggings off i awakwardly shrugged on a blue and white striped dress that I found at a thrift store not to far away from the house. Tying the neck ties, i fluffed the bow and threw on some of those stereotypical low heels from the 50s. Stepping out of the car like a Hollywood runway I fluffed up my dress and trotted my way through the cars and to the door. Smiling at bouncer, who I had yet to learn name, smiled back and let me through.

My ears went partially deaf as I looked around the dance club, full of various types of people. Staring blind i searched, looks like she's too far in... oh well. Making an 'oops' face, I walked over to where the jazz dance entrance was. It's so secluded, its honestly kind enthralling just to be sneaking away. Pushing the door open I quickly walked in and shut the hydrolic door as quickly as I could. The house music always seems to be fighting with that door, as if it were saying 'aye can i come in?' And the door is just kind of like 'go home house your drunk.' Then they end up scuffling a little bit and eventually the door just ends up knocking House out. Really its a wild thing to see. but we cant see it, we just hear and feel it. Like premonitions... images of a crying grey seeped into my mind, his tear stained face making my mood drop by a ten fold.