Charlie's POV

I went back to my room, it had been a week or two after the incident, and I had done my best to avoid Dylan. He had, of course, risen to fame. Dylan had a way with people, I'm pretty sure it was his glorious hair, or how he could make any girl his bitch, it was something like that. He had left me alone for the most part, except for a glare or a sneer here and there, maybe a snicker. J-Dog was nice enough to me, I would even call him a friend, but he wasn't "all there," then again, a lot of kids were like that here. He had even asked William if I could be moved to his room, he happily agreed, glad to see I was making new friends. 
I was broken out of my thought as J-Dog, or simply Jay for short, smacked a fist into his open hand, "And that's when I decked him in the face, he fell over dead! Well, not actually dead, but knocked the fuck out! Yeah, they don't call me "Double Dog Decker" for nothing."
I turned to him, "I thought Decker was your last name."
"Well, yeah, it is. But..." He shot of into another story, defending himself when there was nothing that needed defending. I sighed, rolling over in my bunk, "I really want some fucking weed right now."
J-Dog hummed in agreement, "A nice fat blunt, maybe even a dab here and there, all sprinkled with pure THC."
"You know the rules, Jorel," William suddenly appeared in the open doorway to our room, "Though if it wasn't illegal, I'd be rolling one myself." 
"Right on."
He walked in, "We've got another one, a mister George Ragan. He'll be staying in Tyler's place."
Tyler, a soft spoken boy, had spent eight months in this place and got out a while before I came, leaving J-Dog with a room to himself. The room itself could hold up to four people, the beds were nice, their were dressers and tables, even a little sofa to lounge on. 
"What's he in for?" I asked, sitting up.
"I... I can't tell, it'll cause a mishap with the lawyers and such."
I frowned, William would usually tell us these things, it must have been pretty serious for him not to. 
"When will he be here?"
"Later this afternoon, I wanted to stop by and warn you before hand. He has a but of a temper, nothing too serious."
"Like, toddler temper, or shooting up a school temper?" J-Dog asked, half joking and half not.
"Somewhere between punching a hooker and breaking someone's neck." William grinned and turned to leave, but paused once more, "Will I see the two of you at the Tyler's Light expo?"
"Woah, did Tyler finally find God?"
William snorted, "No, Jorel, its a different Tyler."
"Maybe," I said, "I was planning on going to the gym, but I might stop by to see the end."
"The Gym!?" J-Dog laughed, "You? Tubby, baby-faced Scene?"
I could feel my ears burning, "At least I'm trying! All you do is sit on your ass and eat. You, you round faced, small lipped motherfucker."
"Don't insult my lips..." 
"Then don't insult my cheeks."
J-dog hopped off his own bunk and came forward, holding out his hand, "Truce?"
I firmly grabbed it and squeezed, "Truce."
William chuckled, "I see you later, don't claw each others eyes out."
J-Dog yelled after him, "Did you not hear our truce!?"

The door swung open, a man holding a duffle bag walked threw. 
"This 205?" He growled, looking pissed.
"Yeah, you must be George."
"Tears." He hissed, "Call me Tears." Did everyone have a nickname around here?
He walked across the room the bottom bunk next to my own, throwing his bag on top of it.
"That's Jorel's bed, actually."
George, or Tears, turned, his eyes were fierce and they starred straight past me, right into my soul. I shut my mouth, deciding that J-Dog would just have to deal with it on his own because I wasn't going to have my ass kicked... again. 
I silently went back to the book I was reading, it didn't take long for J-Dog to come back.
"That's my bed." Was the first thing he said.
Tears didn't say anything, continuing to unpack his things.
J-Dog sneered, threateningly stepping closer, "Hey, dumbass, can you not fucking hear? I said-"
Tears spun around and grabbed the man by his throat, punching him only once in the face before throwing him onto the floor. J-dog laid there, coughing and sputtering, blood trickled from his nose. Tears silently went back to unpacking.

"So what do they call you?" J-Dog asked, newfound respect showing in his eyes (a newfound wad of cotton was also stuck up his nose). He had moved to the empty spot above me, figuring that if he got jumped again, I'd have his back.
"Tears."
"That's it? Is it because you cry a lot?"
"I make people cry."
"Scary." Jay rolled his eyes, "Tears. It's just so... boring."
The man turned, "It's actually Johnny 3 Tears, but it gets annoying to say it over and over again."
"Can I just call you Johnny then?"
"I guess."
So, Johnny," He paused, testing the name, "What're you in for?"
"Manslaughter."
I shuddered, he spoke as if it was nothing, as if it wasn't the only thing he had done. I began to think about Dylan and how he wore what he did like a medal. 
Johnny sat down on his bed, "The dude put hands on my mother, I put him in the hospital. He died from heart failure, that or he drowned on all the blood in his lungs. The pigs came for me and I fought back, broke ones nose." I glanced at J-Dog, who was feeling his nose tentatively, "I thought I was a goner for sure, but than that guy came and pretty much bailed me out."
"Damn, I'm here for beating one to many people up, Charlie here ran from the cops."
Johnny nodded, eyes landing on me, then a curious look appeared in his eyes, "What are you reading?"
"Me?" I dumbly said, checking the cover, "Um, 'Salem's lot?"
Johnny smiled, "Stephen King, huh? I like The Mist and Cujo."
I nodded, not knowing what books they were since I grabbed this book only to pass the time.
"Which part are you at?"
"The kid just went missing."
"It gets good after that, just wait."
Johnny left soon after. 
"How do you go from casually explaining that you killed someone to talking about books?"
J-Dog shrugged, "Dude must be psychotic." 
"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Charlie."
"..."
"Charlie, Hey, Charlie."
"..."
"Charlie!"
"WHAT!?"
A turned over, glaring up at J-Dog, who hung over his bunk, "Are you awake?"
"No. What time is it?"
"3:28 AM."
"What!? Why!?"
"We're going out."
"What do you mean?"
Johnny appeared, "Outside!"
"Outside? Like the track?"
"Nah, we're going outside."
I sat up, suddenly alert and awake, "Aren't the doors locked at night?"
Johnny grinned, dangling a pair of keys in front of my face. I frowned, "How did you...?"
"Took 'em right off of William! The Bastard didn't even notice!"
"But..."
His face suddenly grew serious, blue eyes becoming cold, "You're not backing out on us are you?"
"What!? I didn't even agree on anything?"
J-Dog joined in, "Don't be a snitch, Scene."
"I'm not, I just, I-" 
"Great!" Johnny yanked me out of my bed, out of my warm, safe bed.
We exited the room, into the pitch black corridors. 
"So, why are we leaving?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 
"Because this place blows!"
"Yeah man, me and Johnny have been planning this for days!" J-dog began to explain his mastermind plan, which involved knocking out guards with ninja like stealth, dodging bullets, and avoiding invisible laser beams, all while looking badass. In the end, we just walked out threw the back door.
I was the first to go, roughly shoving it open, the cool night air washed over me. A couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face, I could taste it, I could taste the freedom.
Johnny slapped a hand across my back, "How's it feel?"
"Pretty damn good."
"Then lets fuckin' go!" J-dog yelled, rushing past us, he sprinted down the street. With a rush of childish joy, I ran after him.
"So where are we going?" I asked after roughly twenty minutes of walking
Johnny shrugged, "Liquor store?"
"Got an ID?"
"No..."
J-Dog, who had been very quiet for a moment, snapped his fingers, "Walmart!"
"Walmart?"
"Yeah!"
"But why?"
He grinned, eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint,  "I've got a plan."

So here we were, right in the middle of a fucking Walmart. J-Dog knew exactly where he was going, the paint section. 
Johnny was absentmindedly telling me a childhood story when Jay suddenly stopped, causing him to run right into his back. He was about to complain when he stopped, eyeing the wall of spray cans. 
"Grab a color."
"Shit, you got money?" Both Johnny and J-Dog gave me an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look, I shut my mouth, embarrassed.
"I'm going with blue!" Johnny explained, mentally wondering if he should go with Ocean Waves or Electric Pizzazz. 
"Fuck you, I'm getting red!"
"I'll, uh, go with black?"
"Boring."
"Then I'll go for pink?"
"Pussy."
I heaved a sigh, "I'm going with black."
J-Dog looked left, looked right, and then stuck the can down his pants, "If anyone asks, I have a huge dick okay?"
"I'm with you bro," Johnny joined him. Both then looked at me expectantly, I looked at the black spray paint in my hand, "Fuck it!" I stuck it down my pants, but because of the fact I was wearing sweatpants, it showed perfectly. 
Johnny heaved a sigh and held out his hand.
"What? Do you want my shlong or something?"
He burst out laughing, "Give me the can, bro."
"The can? Oh, OH, you mean that."
I handed it over with a grin, watching him stuff it next to the other. Wait, is that gay? It sounds like a gay thing to do. 
"Can you carry mine too?"
"Fuck you, Jay. Look at Charlie, he's like an innocent infant, he needs me."
"Bullshit," I hissed, yanking the spray can from his jeans, "I don't need you! I don't need anyone!" I laughed, putting it up my jacket instead, right underneath my arm. And then we all waddled away, unseen, uncaught.
J-Dog started right away, finding a nearby ally and tagged the wall in big fancy lettering. 
"What's it say?" I asked, not able to read the odd curves and lines.
"It's your name."
Johnny squinted, "It says faggot."
I scoffed, going beside it and spraying on a crude drawing of a dog shitting with gauged doggy ears, "Look, it's you Jay."
"You should've given it feathers, y'know, like a blue Jay."
"That's genius, Johnny," I added feathers, barrowing his blue for a little extra "pizzazz". 
Jay scoffed, grabbing the blue and quickly drawing a butterfly, "Take that, Johnny!"
"Why a butterfly though?"
"Because," Jay wrapped an arm around his neck, dreamily staring into his eyes, "You're so beautiful and delicate..."
Johnny silently pointed at the faggot mural. 
He cackled, smacked his chest and dramatically exclaimed that he thought Johnny loved him. Apparently, these two became the best of friends while I was left on the side. 
And then we continued on into the night, spraying various walls and signs. But then Kay stopped, a wide smile showing on his face, eyes locked in place. I followed his eyes, face paling as I seen what he was staring at, it was a police car. A new, shiny expensive one.
He began to shake the can of spray paint. 

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I went to a Hollywood Undead concert on the 28, and I gotta say, they're fucking amazing! If any of you ever get a chance to go, I'd highly recommend it. By the way, the tickets were only 25 bucks a piece. 
Good day, my friends.