Tough Guy Dies (bad boy Jack Johnson fanfic)

Chapter Seventeen

(Song I'm obsessed with up top^^)

Jacks POV

Do something I like.

What do I like? All I do is listen to music and eat, but that's not good enough. I need to do something we both like but is also fun. I can't go for a walk, the weather is just so cold and. . . just no. How do people do this? 

Uhg. I need new lyrics for my arms. I listen intently as music fills my room with songs from Attila to SayWeCanFly. I settle for my left arm saying;

A cut can not heal 

Unless you leave it alone

And my right one saying

So I'll open mine daily

Leaving bones exposed 

It's from Bones Exposed by Of Mice & Men. I've been hooked on it for a while. But back to the important part; phase two of the plan. I look at the clock which is beaming the time of 10:30pm. I've been thinking about this for over an hour.

I've been thinking about her.

I've over thought things longer, though. I should be proud of my less than two hour time.

A text from Gilinsky drags my attention and I pick up my phone to read it.

Let's go for a walk. Grab a blanket

I type back a simple 'Ok' and grab a thick blanket. I open my window and toss the blanket out first, then I make my way onto the roof, then down the tree. I see Gilinsky at the trunk of the tree with a blanket, watching in amusement as I walk up to him with my blanket.

"Aye there, monkey," he says with a stupid grin. 

I huff. "Shut up," I say. "Now let's go before my mom finds out I'm gone."

We walk away from my house, not going anywhere in particular. Just walking. I wrap the blanket around my body in hopes of warming me up.

"So what did you wanna talk about," I ask, frozen vapor creating a fog of breath from my mouth.

He lights a cigarette before puffing out a cloud of smoke. "Did you figure out what you're gonna do yet?"

I sigh. "No. I have no idea what to do. I'm afraid that if I do something wrong, she'll say no and I'd just fuck everything up. Nothing seems good enough at this point. And I don't want her to say no, Jack. I can't lose her." 

He sighs and takes a drag of his cigar. "Well, there's no way I'm gonna let you lose her, dude. If you do, I will personally kill you," he says and I chuckle. "But that's why I took you here. For inspiration!"

I roll my eyes as we pass under a street lamp. "Well thanks, but I'm not seeing anything very. . . inspirational."

"Well you gotta look, dude! Look, there's a bag, there's. . . a soda can. . . and. . .and a wall?"

I roll my eyes, letting out a light laugh. "Wow, thanks. I can practically feel the inspiration."

"Shut up! I'm trying!" We laugh as we pass under a flickering street light.

I look around as we pass a rock wall covered with dark colored paintings and names, all done by cans of spray paint. I look at the skull I did about a month ago with Gilinsky. That was a good day for me. There's many other things painted too, like a face, some words, and a lot of gang names. But in the end, its all got some meaning behind it. It's what I like about it. Graffiti has so much meaning but people don't realize that. Graffiti is art, not a sin. But then it hit me.

Graffiti.

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Aayyye

It feels like forever since I've updated! I'm so sorry!

But anywhore...

LITTLE FRIEND UPDATE

yeah we're dating now. We're adorable. Deal with it.

OH AND IM OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG INTOXICATED I LOVE YOU BY SAYWECANFLY AND I HIGHLY ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN TO IT. I PUT IT UP TOP.

soooo yaaaa

Sorry if its short :/

Peace out ✌