Michael took out his cigarette and pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose and mouth. Shaking the can of spray paint before starting to work on his masterpiece. He'd been waiting for months for the perfect night to do it. Plan and design your art, and find the best place to do it. This was going to be his biggest and best. Even though it's the middle of the night and Michael can't see her arm in front of his, he knows it will turn out amazing. This part of Sydney is always deserted at night, but extremely active throughout the day. He hopes many people will see his art. Many may think that what Michael is doing is a crime, "degrading public property" or something, but for him it's a way of expressing himself. He doesn't do it because he wants to, or because he's good (he is but that's not the point), he does it because it has to be done. You have to see it. His need to be seen, his need to prove – or assert – his point of view almost always got him into trouble. Whether at school, through his parents or the police, he was always in trouble. It was probably the spray paint cans always in his bag, or his paint-stained fingers that always made people suspect him, but he always thought it was his appearance. Her hair was always a different color, right now it was different shades of purple and blue with black and white – it looks like a galaxy to her. Multiple piercings adorned his face, a black bar with pyramid barbs at the ends was in his left eyebrow, and a black septum pierced across his nose. His lip used to be pierced, but every time he ate, one of the balls would fall out and he would swallow it, so he would just let it close. Also, his friend Luke has a pierced lip, and he doesn't like... middle of paper..., and he talks about it to check. "Sorry, but I have to go. My mom just woke up and realized I wasn't there." He laughed sheepishly. They get up and leave the cafe together. “Uh, Ashton?” Ashton hums, telling Michael to continue, “Can I have your number?” Ashton turns and raises an eyebrow. “We just met.” "I know, but I don't know... I want to go out with you again someday." Michael shuffles his feet, kicks a stone, and looks at the sidewalk. "Of course." Michael looks up and sees Ashton smiling. He smiled back, without showing his teeth. He hands Ashton his phone and the boy punches in his number. “So I’ll see you around?” » Michael asks, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. " Yeah. » Ashton nods. He takes a few steps back, before turning and walking in the opposite direction of Michael. Michael watches him leave, still holding his phone in his hand..