y/n pov
I have always been rebellious. I love spray painting and loud music. I usually go down to some abandoned subway tunnels to spray paint and tag shit. Anyways٫ onto the story.
I was skipping happily along the subway tunnels my loud punk music blaring from my headphones as I sang along
Right now
"Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I want to destroy your passion boy
'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
In this fuckin' city"
I kicked my feet in my air as I jammed I hoped off railings and sang my heart out.
"Anarchy for the USA
It's coming sometime, maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a sharpie's scheme
'Cause I want to be, anarchy
Well it's the only way to be"
Anarchy in the UK٫ the best song ever made in my opinion.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There are many ways to get what you want
I use the best, well I use the rest
Well I use the enemy
I use anarchy
'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
Fuck the rat race man
Is this the PMRC
Or is this the DEA
Or is this the CIA
I thought it was the U.S.A.
Or just another country
Some other fuckin' country
And I, want to be, anarchy
Oh I want to fuckin' hear it man
And I, want to be, anarchy
Let's say it again boys
And I, want to be, anarchy
Fuckin' destroy"
I laughed like a maniac when the song was over and I got to a spot to spray paint at. I set down my navy blue duffle bag filled with my paints٫ opened it up٫ and grabbed out some neon green paint and Some other shades of green. I had an idea in my mind and it was gonna be great.
Another great punk song turned on and I hummed and sang along while I painted.
Mikey pov
I was walking down an old abandoned subway tunnel to find a spot to paint٫ Down here I wont get in trouble for spray painting٫ when I heard faint singing. It sounded like a punk song٫ but I couldn't really recognize it.
"I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
I gotta get, I gotta get that feeling
Gotta get higher than the twenty-foot ceiling
Just out of rehab, primed for a relapse
Had to do three dabs just so I could relax
Walk in the room and I check for bitches
Check my forty-four, check my ammunition
Got all my homies here and that's fucking bitching
We got more pots than your fucking kitchen
Cooking shit up with the heat up high
With your middle fingers up, like the cops drove by
No motherfucker here is drunker than I
And if we get crunked enough, we can set it on fire
Like fuck it, I don't wanna come down
I wanna get fucked up right about now
Gonna tear shit up, I don't wanna fight it
Who the fuck here wants to start a riot?"
The singing got louder the closer I walked. Whoever it was sounded human٫ but maybe they would be nice.
"I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Roll up to the party in my grandma's Chrysler
Jump into your circle 'cause I'm dying to cipher
The older I get, I'm like wine, I get finer
And I can tell your girl wants Charlie inside her
I'm a ride-or-dier with that eye of the tiger
Cornrows banging out the side of my visor
I'm so damn tight, they should call me the Scheister
Hitting bud and Budweiser, shit, I couldn't get higher
You done turned me into the "Swan Song" Charlie
Peeling out on a Harley at a high school party
Got a frame like Bane, call me young Tom Hardy
I'm the fucker to blame for the Undead Army
Got the fire tonight 'cause my ass got paid
Now I'm high and tight like my flat top fade
Mixed some Molly and Xanax and Tanqueray
And I'm fucking bad bitches like every single day
I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Tear it up, burn it down
Pour them drinks up until we drown
Go all night every day
And when you walk into the party make sure you say!
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!"
I finally made it to where I heard the singing٫ if I turned the corner I would probably be able to see them. But they could be mean. I was worried٫ so naturally I turned the corner.
y/n pov
I didn't notice him at first٫ but I was distracted I guess. I didnt notice him until I accidentally sprayed him with my spray paint.
"ACK!!"
"Oh shit im sorry I didnt mean to!"
"its fine this hoodie needed more color anyways."
He was odd his skin was a dark jade green and he had an orange bandana. He had only three fingers too. He must be one of those mutants.
He was carrying a bag full of spray paint too.
"wanna paint together?"
"Really?"
"Yep"
"yes yes yes yes!!!"
I could tell this was gonna be the start of an amazing friendship.
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