The guy parents warn their kids about. The guy that got sent to the principals office twice in the same hour. The guy who plays the riffs like a god.

The troublemaker. The 'devil'.

And he was your best friend. Weird? Hell yeah. Absolutely fucking awesome? Duh.

You were in your room on a Friday evening and scrolling through insta. Until you heard a knock on your window.

You got up, and opened it. Your window led to your roof and there, in all of his glory, stood your best friend, two spray cans in hand.

"Wanna have some fun?"