“Come on! Don’t be a loser!“, Millie whispered at you as you both walked into the dark night. He, once again, had a stupid idea and forced you to come with him.

Tagging police cars. In the middle of the night.

He stopped in front of the cars he had seen earlier, his backpack filled with paint bombs, he grabbed one. “Make sure no one is around, yeah?”, he smirked. He shook the paint bomb, before taking the lid off.

You watched as he started to tag, writing stupid things on the first car.