AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.

Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. You will notice that some chapters will not have any names. Mostly because I couldn't think of the perfect name. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter Two: "Put Your Graffiti On Me" Kat Graham

My first week of school flew by way too fast for my liking, and I generally like things going fast! The first day had been pretty fun, what with having Anatomy and Contemporary Lit. with Wally. He was a riot in anatomy, even if the other kids didn't think so. When the teacher wasn't looking in our direction, he would say or do something to make me laugh which ended up us getting in trouble on my first day. Didn't help that I sassed the teacher, either. Yeah, my mother hadn't gotten a call and I had gotten a lecture that I promptly ignored. It was the same every year. 'Don't sass the teacher, stay out of trouble, or I'll ground you.' Most of the time she wouldn't even lecture me, just roll her eyes and shake her head. Once, she had to come and pick me up because I had hit another student. When the principal had turned his back, she made some funny faces at him. He hadn't liked that.

Let's see, back to the whole 'week-flying-by' topic. Like I said, it went by quickly. Every morning, I would leave early and walk in the middle of the street, Wally would yell at me, we would laugh and walk to school together, go to our classes, then separate until lunch. Usually he would eat with his friends until he saw me, then come over and eat with me. Most of the time I wouldn't even go to lunch because I was exploring the school. Which caused another phone call on my second day. My mother had officially given up on trying to get me to behave.

At the end of school, Wally and I would walk back home. On the second day, he met my dysfunctional family and was immediately accepted. Even my brothers liked him. They thought he was a riot, too. Abby had taken one look at him and claimed him as her favorite brother. She's 11. Probably doesn't explain a lot, but it does for us. Wally still doesn't understand how that works, but I told him it would take too long to explain how Abby's mind worked. He said to try him. I told him one day. He had pouted and had promptly gotten his lip pinched. By my mother. She warned him that pouting wasn't allowed in her house, and if she caught someone doing it, she pinched their lip. It only took her pinching you once to learn to never do it again. When he had left, he had said that my family was weird, and he liked them.

"Earth to Tere!" Someone shouted, bringing me out of my musings. I blinked and looked up, finding Dom and Bryon standing in front of me. They were grinning like they were up to no good. I knew that look all too well. It meant they were going to spray paint on a building somewhere in town. I grinned back, getting up from my bed to join them.

"What's the plan?" I asked, going to my closet to change into something presentable. PJs just didn't cut it.

"Heading into town." Bryon replied, running a hand through his moppy, brown hair. We all had brown hair, just different shades. Abby's was the lightest and often mistaken for being blonde, Bryon's was a shade darker then hers, Dom's was darker than Bryon's, and mine was the darkest of them all. Of course, I had shaved one side of my head, but that was out of boredom. Turned out I looked good that way.

"Wanna come?" Dom asked, shaking his head as I got changed in front of them. What? They were my brothers. They've seen me naked plenty of times. And it was fun to make them uncomfortable.

"Does the pope wear a funny hat?" I asked back. Dom shook his head and tossed me a bag. I opened it and checked everything out. An old school boom box, camera, and a few cans of spray paint.

"Get your dancing clothes on, sis. We're filming!" Bryon shouted as he headed downstairs to wait for us. I squealed in excitement. Dom covered his ears and made a comment about dogs barking in China. I tossed him the bag back and shoved him out of my door.

I looked through my clothes and decided on a yellow crop top; white, high-waisted, skirt; pink Chucks; and a jean jacket with gold studs. I grinned before running down the stairs, bypassing Dom, and almost running straight into Wally.

"Damn, Tere. Calm down." He said, chuckling as I took a step back before throwing my arms around his neck. He hugged back before letting go to see what was going on. Dom and Bryon were holding spray cans, only to realize that someone outside of our group was watching. "Uh, what's up?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head. Dom dropped the cans and quickly zipped up the bag. He and Bryon stepped past Wally, ruffling up his hair before walking towards Bryon's car. It was a four door Cadillac that he had worked hard for.

"Going painting. Wanna come?" I asked, smirking as I headed towards the car.

"Painting?"

"Yeah. Spray painting. We're going into town."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Maybe." I said, shrugging as I hopped into the back. I patted the seat next to me. Wally looked like he was going through a moral dilemma. I sighed and hopped out, walking up to him and throwing an arm around his neck and pulling him towards the car. He didn't resist. "Relax. We're only painting an abandoned building. Nothing new." I explained. That seemed to make his decision easier.

"Yeah, why not. Just so you know, I suck at art." He said, hopping in and offering a hand to me. I gladly took it and sat next to him, sinking low in the seat to enjoy the sunshine.

"You know how to work a camera?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Tere back there is Ms. Spitfire. Bet she didn't tell you that." Bryon stated as we headed down the street. We were cruising past his house when we all noticed a few guys standing outside his house. Wally groaned and threw his head back, covering his eyes.

"You know those people?" I asked, pointing my thumb in their direction. Wally nodded. I turned to study them, only to find that they were studying us as well. And boy, did they look annoyed. There were two with black hair and one with blond hair. The blond was African American and wearing a high collared zip-up. I raised an eyebrow at his choice of clothing. It was 80 degrees out. Was he trying to die from heat stroke? The other two were pretty white. One was tall and muscular, the other was short and thin. Total opposites.

"Yeah. They're my friends. I forgot that they were coming over." Wally said, awkwardly waving at them.

"You want to get out and talk to them?" Bryon asked, already slowing down in front of his house. "We can wait." He said as he put the car into park.

"Yeah. Give me a sec." Wally said before hopping out of the car. I sighed and put my head in my hand, watching the quiet exchange. Wally was pointing and gesturing in our direction, looking happy, while, the tall, white boy looked like he was getting more pissed with each passing second. Wally shook his head and gestured that they come over to meet us. I shared a look with Dom, both of us shrugging. Bryon and Dom were wearing some sleeveless shirts that were loose and showed off their defined bodies. I knew they only wore these clothes when they wanted to go painting. Made them more relaxed. I looked back and Wally and his friends were walking towards us. Wally was smiling, but looked nervous. Huh, guess his friends weren't that friendly. "Guys, these are my friends." He introduced when they were right beside the car. I leaned back and eyed each boy over, wondering how Wally knew them. They sure as hell didn't go to our school, so that left me with nothing.

"I am Kaldur, this is Dick, and Conner. Who are you?" The African introduced. I raised an eyebrow at his manners and the way he spoke. He had a certain accent, but I couldn't place it. It wasn't British, and it definitely wasn't Lithuanian, so what was it?

"Bryon."

"Dominic. Call me Dom." Dom said, offering his hand. Kaldur was the only one to take it. Then he looked to me.

"Teresa, but I'm called Tere." I said. Kaldur nodded before looking to Wally. Wally looked so nervous and awkward, which was odd. He never looked this way, not even when he had met my mother, and she can make the President nervous. No joke, she was that intimidating. Conner looked angry. "Hey, white boy, you got a problem?" I asked.

"What did you call me?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"White boy, white boy." I replied.

"My name ain't white boy."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why did you call me that?"

"Because I can. You got a problem with that?"

"Yeah."

"Too bad. Now quit acting like you got a stick shoved up your ass and relax. We don't bite."

"Say the girl who insults everybody she meets." Dom pointed out, which earned him a slap to the back of his head.

"Shut up, dumbass."

"Make me, smart ass."

"At least I'm smart." I shot back, grinning. Bryon rolled his eyes and just shook his head at us.

"Hey, aren't you that new dancer? Ms. Spitfire?" Dick asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Nah, I'm the pope's sister." I replied sarcastically.

"He was just asking, no need to be a bitch about it." Conner snapped.

"Ever heard of sarcasm?" I replied back. Throughout all of this, Wally looked like he was slowly relaxing minute by minute, despite me insulting his friends. I shrugged when Conner didn't reply.

"Wally, you coming with us, or not?" Dom asked, his hands twitching to paint. I felt the same way, only I was twitching to dance. My leg was hopping up and down. Wally gave me this warm smile before shaking his head. I pouted, only to have him reach out and pinch it. I sucked my lower lip back in and slapped his thigh.

"Nah, maybe next time?" He asked. I nodded, feeling a bit sad that he wouldn't be joining us. He stood in front of me and squatted down to be eye level with me.

"Have fun with Captain Stick-up-my-ass." I said, making him chuckle.

"Have fun painting the town, Ms. Spitfire." He said before bumping his forehead with mine. I grinned and bumped back. "See ya later?"

"Yeah." I said as Bryon pulled us away from curb and down the street.