A Pyro And A Psycho

How to Live

This is awesome! Its been a while since I felt so happy.
"How does it feel? Breaking the rules think you're gonna get in a lot of trouble?" Logan asked tagging a wall.
"Who gives two fucks!" I replied. No I wasn't drunk. The adrenaline in my blood though made me feel great. I grabbed a fee paint brushes and a red pot of paint splattering it onto the walls. I grabbed the black and white paint and started drawing. Logan soon came down. He poked my cheek making a black dot.
"Whatcha doin?" I stared at the painting. A black hand holding white flower with small red sinking into its petals.
"I don't even know," I shrugged. He smiled adding a few things. He wrote my name under it. I turned to him.
"What's next?" He smirked.
"Wanna hang out at my place?" Before I had time to reply a gang showed up. Seems we stepped on an unknown territory. Logan smirked. They weren't as bulk as our team and didn't have any weapons.
"Wanna learn how to live princess?" He asked facing the group.
"Here! And don't hesitate!" He threw a baseball bat to me. I stared at it.

Behind it there was his name. I smirked. That day I let out a lifetime worth of pent up rage. I think a killed someone. Oh well. Later in the evening Logan and I went to his house. And I gotta say. Wow!
Huge ass villa.

I gave him a look.
"What? Thought I was living in the streets?" He laughed. We entered through the back door.
"Why are we entering through here?" I whispered.
"I don't wanna bump into my father," he replied. I frowned but didn't say anything.
We entered his room. That's when I asked myself a few questions. But they were thrown away when I saw IT. A huge dog. It jumped from the bed to us. Apparently it only saw me in the room since it jumped right into my arms.
"He likes you," Logan stated.
"You think?" I retorted trying to push it off.
"What kind off dog is even that big!?" I asked. He laughed.
"A Leonberger is," he replied walking off.
"Get him off!" I laughed. He smirked.
"What do I get in exchange?" I glared at him.
"To live," he chuckled.
"Hm, no guess you'll have ta stay there" he shrugged flopping on his bed. I groaned.
"Alright! I'll do anything just get him off!" He grinned.
"Parker, off you go my boy" the dog immediately got off. I took in a deep breath finally free. I stood back up. My skirt was covered in paint and dog fur. I was about to tell him I needed to go home and change when I remembered my spar in my bag.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked. He pointed to the door.
"Or you could change here" he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.
"You wish," I said entering the bathroom. I took a look at my reflection. I needed to redo my make up and my lipstick was smudged. I frowned to myself. Did that a lot these days. Why had I even started putting makeup? I hated it to begin with so why?