Once upon a Valentine's
Beat's POV:
It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the flowers abloom. . .
The spray cans were full, the walls were bare, and the cops were acursing. . Ah, now that's a life.
It couldn't get any better. But. . just maybe it possibly could. .
~*~
"C'mon Beat! The cops will be here any minute!"
Yo-Yo of course had to yell for my attention, damn the music was ringing fresh in my mind. I absently turned the volume up full tork and obviously didn't hear the kid.
Humming to the beat, I kissed my fingers like the French do after they have finished a great piece of art. I smile at the once bare wall which now had "Cops R everywhere, but the GGs got the 'Beat'". The graffiti of course could be seen by everyone who cared for punk art.
Turning slowly I start to skate away when a tap is on my shoulder. Swerving in my place, I see Yo-Yo, his head cocked to the said as he pointed to the left of me. There they were, about a dozen cops. I simply wave to them and boosted off on a grail to the other side of the city. Nothing, I mean nothing could get in the way of this wonderful day!
Swish, whirl, spray; the three most fabulous sounds of the day. Jumping from grind to grind, I misjudge the aerial of one jump and boom, fell on my face like a clown at the circus. Cursing lightly I simply get up and dust my black pants off. Little fall to me, nothing new; until. .
"Are you ok Beat? That was some fall"
I look up, I see her face, and I almost fall again. Blushing under my shades I simply nod and shrug, "No biggie" I say. Damn do I feel like a fool. .
I watch her helplessly as she skates away to do her own tagging. Who is she you ask? Only the most gorgeous female known to mankind. . ok, known to teen boys; Gum, the guiding star of love, the fresh paint in the can, the ever beautiful lady whom I have dubbed 'My Valentine'
She skates like an angel, she tags like a pure GG that she is. My Valentine, only the best gal a guy could ever know in his life. Ah, the first day we met. . how could I ever forget. . but let's not get into that now. . .
Yes of course, I'm standing right next to a flower shop. Would she accept flowers? She is in a way. . somewhat of a tomboy. Chocolates! No, she's currently watching her thigh intake. . hmm. . * snap * I know! It will be * car all of a sudden zooms by * Yes! Yes! That will be the perfect gift! Racing off to the Garage (taking another gander at her) I quickly fix the plan in my mind. .
~*~
TBC- maybe -_-
Beat's POV:
It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the flowers abloom. . .
The spray cans were full, the walls were bare, and the cops were acursing. . Ah, now that's a life.
It couldn't get any better. But. . just maybe it possibly could. .
~*~
"C'mon Beat! The cops will be here any minute!"
Yo-Yo of course had to yell for my attention, damn the music was ringing fresh in my mind. I absently turned the volume up full tork and obviously didn't hear the kid.
Humming to the beat, I kissed my fingers like the French do after they have finished a great piece of art. I smile at the once bare wall which now had "Cops R everywhere, but the GGs got the 'Beat'". The graffiti of course could be seen by everyone who cared for punk art.
Turning slowly I start to skate away when a tap is on my shoulder. Swerving in my place, I see Yo-Yo, his head cocked to the said as he pointed to the left of me. There they were, about a dozen cops. I simply wave to them and boosted off on a grail to the other side of the city. Nothing, I mean nothing could get in the way of this wonderful day!
Swish, whirl, spray; the three most fabulous sounds of the day. Jumping from grind to grind, I misjudge the aerial of one jump and boom, fell on my face like a clown at the circus. Cursing lightly I simply get up and dust my black pants off. Little fall to me, nothing new; until. .
"Are you ok Beat? That was some fall"
I look up, I see her face, and I almost fall again. Blushing under my shades I simply nod and shrug, "No biggie" I say. Damn do I feel like a fool. .
I watch her helplessly as she skates away to do her own tagging. Who is she you ask? Only the most gorgeous female known to mankind. . ok, known to teen boys; Gum, the guiding star of love, the fresh paint in the can, the ever beautiful lady whom I have dubbed 'My Valentine'
She skates like an angel, she tags like a pure GG that she is. My Valentine, only the best gal a guy could ever know in his life. Ah, the first day we met. . how could I ever forget. . but let's not get into that now. . .
Yes of course, I'm standing right next to a flower shop. Would she accept flowers? She is in a way. . somewhat of a tomboy. Chocolates! No, she's currently watching her thigh intake. . hmm. . * snap * I know! It will be * car all of a sudden zooms by * Yes! Yes! That will be the perfect gift! Racing off to the Garage (taking another gander at her) I quickly fix the plan in my mind. .
~*~
TBC- maybe -_-