Chapter 56

*Payton's POV*I stepped back and admired the last half hour of my life on a wall. That meaning, the vandalistic action I had just done, spray painting the side of an abandoned building with Brooklyn.

What has this boy got you into again?

I convinced myself that I would leave my troublemaking side in California once I made the move here to London.

But here I am, freaking spray painting a black shadow of a girl throwing up hearts as a metaphor for being lovesick. Something that I've been feeling a lot of, lately.

Brooklyn stepped back from his artwork, and joined me by my side, admiring his section of the wall.

He had drawn a young boy, in black, with a blue bandana over his mouth. He also added a graffiti style 'Chaos' word stenciled under the boy's torso.

"What does it mean?" I ask, as he looks at my drawing, but quickly turns his attention towards me.

"A young boy, having chaos go around him, and he can't even say anything to stop it," he sighed. "Yours?" He changed the topic.

"Lovesick. Don't know why, it doesn't really mean much, just popped into my head I guess.." I lied. I knew exactly why it was implanted in my brain for the past few days. I didn't know what I wanted, and being out with Brooklyn probably didn't give me any clarity.

"You're a really good artist, you know," he said, walking up to my wall art and inspecting it closer.

"Same goes for you, I never knew you had it in you." I said stunned. "If we're done with the illegal actions tonight, I have to get home and get to sleep, I have an early call tomorrow." I said, capping my black spray paint bottle. I was referring to my show, which I had to be at, at 6 in the morning for hair and makeup, plus rehearsals and last minute sizings.

"Yeah, let's get going. I'd say I wasn't worried but I'd be lying. Someone had to notice a Lamborghini pull up into an abandoned lot. Probably think we're doing a drug deal out here or something," he chuckled, also capping his paint bottle.

We walk back to his car, taking a last glance on the mark we made on London. After ripping our eyes off of the wall, we finally head back to Brooklyn's car and drive back home.~•~•~•~•~•~•~I unlock my front door and walk through the dim hallway, to find Sean, Kaden and Matt looking like they were about to leave somewhere.

"Where are you guys off to?" I question suspiciously, but honestly didn't care that much.

"Mom and dad are still stuck in the states, and Brendan Hall is having a party tonight, wanna come?" Sean asked.

"I have to get up at 6am tomorrow, not looking like death to appear live on television in front of millions of people. I think I'll pass." I smile smugly.

"And you?" Sean asks Brooklyn, who's standing by my side. Of course Brooklyn would go to a party. Is that even a question for him? I mean at least girls have alcohol as an excuse for throwing themselves at him, compared to every other day..

"Uh, I'll pass." He said and I stood there shocked, giving him a 'what now?' stare. The guys rolled their eyes at what a buzzkill he was being and left.

"Why didn't you wanna go to the party?" I asked. "Doesn't sound like you.."

"I can do without the slutty girls, alcohol, and 30 notches too loud music for a while. Besides, someone's got to keep you company, right, kitten?" He winks, letting himself sit down on the couch.

"Who are you and what have you done with Brooklyn?" I ask, seriously frightened. The Brooklyn I knew wouldn't think twice about getting drunk at some party and hooking up with a girl for the night.

"Oh, kitten, you're cute." He smirks. "I haven't done anything, you have."

I looked at him again, and he didn't respond this time, as he just kept scrolling through the channels.

"Movie before I go to sleep?" I offer.

"Sure," he nods his head and follows me upstairs to my room. All of my good movies were up there, as I watched them often whenever I had the time.

We watched some Parks and Rec, and I convinced him to watch Mean Girls with me, knowing me, I quoted the whole movie. Honestly, even if he wouldn't admit it, I think he liked Mean Girls. I smirked at the thought just as Cady was splitting the crown and throwing the pieces out into the crowd. A few minutes later, the end credits started playing, and my eyes felt heavier than ever.

After that movie, we had some time, as it was only around 8:30, to watch another. Brooklyn chose a horror film for some odd reason, and my eyes kept adding weight onto themselves. This movie was terrifying! Why is this even legal! Don't get me wrong either, I love horror films, but this was borderline disturbing to watch, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I let out a short yawn, but hid it to make it seem like I wasn't bored with the movie. I wasn't, really, just tired. I know, I know, I'm such an old lady for being tired this early, but honestly, all of the all-nighters were finally catching up to me. About a half an hour into the movie, I felt a weight shift on my bed beside me. My already heavy eyes shot open, to see Brooklyn getting up.

"Well, I should get going, you have to get up early," he said, getting off of my bed. I grabbed his arm before he could get away too far.

"No, stay, you can't just terrify me with that movie and then leave me all alone in this house to sleep!" I panicked, shuddering at the slightest mention of that movie. I know now that I'm mentally scarred for the next few months of my life, knowing that the haunting images of the movie will live on in my head, only to be revisited at nighttime. He shot me an 'are you okay?' look. "Please stay?" I tried again, with hopefulness in my voice,

"Alright," he said sighing, taking his shirt off, and laying down next to me. "Was the movie that scary?" He asked, almost chuckling to himself.

"Yes it was, and you're insane for thinking otherwise!" I expressed, putting extra emphasis on insane as he rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you the insane one who literally quoted the whole Mean Girls movie?" He countered.

"You're insane, I'm dedicated," I point out the differences.

"Whatever you say, babe," he winks at me and I let out a sigh.

"Thanks for today, I needed it. Desperately. Too much to think about, and not enough mind space.." I trailed off.

"Of course, and I had fun. Didn't know you were a troublemaker though, it made it twice as fun," he smirked and I smacked his chest playfully, rolling my eyes.

"You know, I think that this is the longest I've ever been around you, without you making a sexual joke," I laughed just thinking about it. "Don't--" I read his mind, putting my hand over his mouth for a few seconds, shutting him up before he can comment on how close we are, or how "this isn't usually what girls want me in bed for', or some other stupid innuendo like that.

"Yeah well, I've been trying to restrain myself and try and behave," he laughed.

"And why's that?" I asked, in the sudden change in mood.

"So I can do this without you yelling at me," he smirked.

"Do wh--" I started, and gave him a confused look before he crashed his lips into mine. My eyes widened at first, as I was really shocked at first, but then my eyes fluttered closed, and our lips moved painfully slow together, teasing each other as the seconds went on. We finally pulled back, and I furrowed my perfectly shaped eyebrows at him.

"Why would I yell at you?" I laughed, a little bit too much.

"I don't know, you're really confusing sometimes, like one minute I think that you like me, and the next minute you're completely ignoring me.. And you hang out with a lot of guys too, so I never know what's up with you, and I don't--" he started going on.

I just met our lips together once again and pulled away a few seconds later.

"Please shut up, you're being ridiculous," I giggled. "Now I have to get to sleep," I rolled my eyes jokingly. I turned around, leaving Brooklyn still in a confused state.

I felt an arm wrap around my stomach, and pull me closer. I blushed, and thank god that the lights were low, I would've looked 3 shades redder if they hadn't been.

"Goodnight Brook," I said in almost a whisper, and fluttered my eyes closed.

"Goodnight, kitten," he said, kissing my forehead, making my heart do a flip.

I fell asleep thinking about what just happened. The dinner, graffiti session, movies, the kiss....

Did I seriously just kiss and fall asleep with a stranger I met a few days ago?

But this weird sense inside me has been telling me otherwise. That I can trust Brooklyn.

That somehow, some way, I've known him longer. And that's built the trust I had unexpectedly found inside me when around Brooklyn.