Her Arrival

CHAPTER 12| Graffiting

AZALEA'S POV

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Elliott just very kindly enlightened me that he does in-fact not have a driving licence.

He's madly swerving through the empty roads, but people are watching in shock from their distant windows.

So, the chances of us crashing is above the damn chart.

"Elliott I swear deep down if I-"

"We're here!"

"Thank God," I mumble, stepping out of the car.

I glance at the house we'd arrived at.

It was a modern-ish house, kinda the average ones I saw on our way to the mall.

"What are we going to do here?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion.

"Graffiti!" Elliott excitedly exclaims, taking out the cans from the car boot.

A small smile lingers on my lips at his excitement as I grab some cans.

I know exactly what I'm going to write.

I get a can, shake it and start spraying.

"Do we like this person?" I ask.

"If we did, why'd we be here?"

"I don't know, a prank or something," I mutter, rolling my eyes, continuing with what I was doing.

I write names, first and second that sound pretty.. weird when someone says it aloud.

And a lot of inappropriate things painted on the walls.

Lots.

When I was told I was going to be living with my brothers, I did not take that as sneaking out and going to graffiti all over someone's property.

I can feel my walls going down a bit.

I don't know if I should let them go down, or not.

I think I'll give them a chance.