"Don't move."

Ryan's heart stops, and his head spins around, searching for the source of the voice. His first guess is the cops telling him to quit tagging buildings at night, or there to confiscate the blunt hanging from his lips. His second guess is Jon or Spencer asking him what the hell he's doing. But out of everyone he would guess, it's the one he least suspected.

It's Pete.

Ryan relaxes, not the cops, but he would still be expecting Pete to be the one out at some house party or something, definitely not right here in front of him. Ryan takes a drag and pulls the blunt from between his lips, "What are you doing out here so late?"

Ryan knows exactly why, it's insomnia, but out of consideration, he still asks.

"Can't sleep." Ryan knows. "What are /you/ doing out so late?"

"What does it look like?" Ryan replies, a little too irritated. Pete comes forward and smiles slightly.

"Ryan Ross, a bad boy, huh?" Pete chuckles, coming a little too close to Ryan. Ryan swallows, trying to hold back his slight embarrassment, "I didn't know you tagged."

Ryan grunts in reply, unsure of what to say. Pete grins at Ryan, "Can I take a hit?"

Ryan hands it over, and shakes his can before spraying dark red on the building side: ROSEBOY. It's not anything big or fancy, but it's tagging nonetheless. After Ryan decides he's done and begins turning away toward the bus, Pete pulls him back. Ryan is about to protest but Pete has the spraycan and adds below Ryan's tag: X SANDMAN. Ryan swallows, about to protest, but before he can say anything, Pete has him against the wall, blunt out of his mouth and is instead kissing him, hard. Ryan is surprised, unsure of how to feel.

But he begins kissing back anyways.

The night takes them away.