you don't belong here {anna&taxxon}

When Taxxon held her hand, she felt electricity run through her entire body. It was, exciting almost. Just something as simple as hand holding. She had held hands with boys before so it wasn't the act of holding hands - it was who she was holding hands with, and maybe a little bit of the alcohol. After kissing his cheek and feeling his touch, she was tempted to kiss him kiss him. She wanted to feel his lips. But, he was dragging her into the garage and then out to the street.

She heard his plan and instantly felt nervous. This could go very poorly. Annaliese imagined her mothers reaction to her getting arrested with Taxxon Kandrona after drinking at a teenage house party. She argued for a moment, but not after that. Maybe it was the alcohol that made her say fuck it and just go along with it. Maybe it was the fact that she had a feeling this wasn't something Taxxon would budge on. Maybe it was the fact that she was still drowning in the electricity of his touch. Regardless, her arguing was short lived.

"Taxxon, if we get caught doing this, it might be more than a warning like being caught at a party. This is illegal."

Boys like Taxxon didn't care what was or wasn't legal. And that's part of what drew Annaliese so much to him. He was something new, something dangerous - something her mother would never approve of or let her have. Plus, he was pretty handsome. He had a sharp jawline and his muscles did feel nice when she was touching them earlier in the night.

She felt the can, it felt pretty light and it looked used. She had never used spray paint before, so she wanted to test it a little before actually painting the wall. Though, she wanted to hurry, sticking around was a bad idea. She did a couple lines on the pavement, trying to figure out the best way and technique for using the spray. The paint was black, she could work with that on the white wall.

She took a deep breath then made her first mark on the wall with the paint. She was officially a law breaker, one of the teenagers that her mother told her to stay away from. She continued her graffiti. She made it relatively small so she could hurry up and leave. Maybe they could find somewhere to makeout - that sounded tempting. She kept looking around between sprays, as if she was worried about someone seeing them. The piece she ended up making was the outlines of a rose. She just did outlines so the white of the wall could fill in the actual colour. She handed Taxxon back the can.

"Now can we please get out of here? Maybe head somewhere a little bit more, private?"

annaliese belrose