Thursday, May 11th. Two more days.

Josh and Tyler left lunch early to head to the art room. On the way there, Tyler was trying to get Josh to promise he wouldn't be mean to the art teacher because she was the only teacher Tyler liked, but Josh wouldn't say anything.

"Please, Josh?"

"Oh, look at that, we're here," Josh said, stopping at the door that had colorful decorations on it. He heard Tyler sigh, but ignored it, and entered without knocking.

"Hi, Tyler," the teacher spoke, completely avoiding eye contact with Josh. "Can I help you?"

"We need paint," Josh answered for him, leaving the woman no choice but to look at Josh.

"May I ask why?"

"No you may not. Where's the paint, baby?"

Tyler walked over to a cabinet, and pulled out a container of black paint. He held it up for Josh to see. "Is black okay?"

"Yeah, it'll go good with the lockers."

"What are you doing with my paint?" the teacher called out, annoying the hell out of Josh.

"You're a nosy son of a bitch, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Josh," Tyler sighed. "Leave her alone."

Josh swallowed hard, his throat suddenly felt dry. He took the paint from Tyler but kept his eyes glued to the teacher. "Thanks for the paint."

"No paintbrushes?" Tyler asked.

"We don't need them."

Josh took Tyler under his arm, guiding him out of the classroom as the teacher yelled after them, "You better bring that back!"

"Stupid bitch," Josh muttered.

"Josh! She's nice!"

"No she's not, Tyler. I told you, nobody is nice."

Tyler sighed but nodded in agreement. "What are we doing with the paint?"

"You'll see."

They stopped in a long stretch of hallway, red lockers lining the walls on both sides. Josh opened the paint and had Tyler hold it while he dipped his index and middle finger inside. He pulled his black-coated fingers out of the container and made a straight line down one of the lockers.

"Are we drawing a picture?"

"No," Josh chuckled at Tyler's cuteness.

"Then what are we doing?"

"You'll see, baby."

Josh dipped his fingers in the paint, making a couple more lines.

"TI? What does that mean?"

"Hold on for two seconds."

"One, two."

"Haha, very funny."

Tyler stopped asking questions though, like Josh wanted. It took him a minute or so to write out what he wanted. Sprawled across the whole row of lockers were the words

TI ME TO SA Y GOODB YE

in thick, black letters. Josh smiled proudly, looking at Tyler to see what he thought.

"That's scary. I like it."

"Want to write something on the other lockers?"

Tyler nodded eagerly, handing the paint to Josh. The older smiled as Tyler dipped his chubby fingers in the paint, scooping up a good amount of it. He delicately swiped his fingers down the other set of lockers in a diagonal line. Josh watched patiently while Tyler spelled out

WILL T HEY BE ALI VE TOMORROW

"That's good, I like that," Josh complimented.

"I knew you would." Josh could tell Tyler was confident, and it looked really good on him. Josh wanted to kiss Tyler so bad, but he was too busy admiring their artwork. He looked stunning, pride radiating off of him as he examined what they'd done.

"I'm so ready," he grinned, looking back and forth between Josh and his own words he painted on the school's property.

"Me too. Only two more days, then you're stuck with me forever."

"Don't say it like that, it sounds like you think I don't want to be with you forever. I do."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Tyler smiled again. His mood was up and down a lot, but Josh was used to it by now.

He twisted the top back on the container of paint, smearing some black on the outside of the container since his fingers were still wet. He really didn't want to take the paint back, he hated that stupid teacher. She didn't even deserve to have Tyler in her class.

Tyler was the definition of perfect, an actual ray of sunshine (besides when he got mad.) And even then, he was still perfect. Josh absolutely hated anybody that pretended to be nice to Tyler. They were selfish, they were cowards. Tyler didn't deserve fake kindness, and anyone who made Tyler believe they liked him when Josh knew they actually didn't pissed Josh off. He was mad just thinking about that fake fucking teacher.

"I want to put one more thing," Josh said suddenly, opening the container up again and stuffing his fingers in it.

S A T U R D A Y
           THANK US LATER

"What's that about?" Tyler asked, reading over the messy words.

"We're blowing up the school, aren't we?" Josh chuckled, seeing the wide grin on Tyler's face.

"We are?"

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah I didn't think we actually would, though."

"We're going to. I hate this fucking place. Come on, let's go take this shit back."

Tyler nodded and fell into place beside Josh, the older's arm instinctively wrapping around Tyler to hold him close. Their walk back to the art room was silent, and the teacher looked surprised to see them back.

"Hm, I figured you wouldn't give that back," she said, too coldly for Josh's liking.

He huffed, reaching inside the still-open container to gather a large amount of paint on his fingers. Josh chucked the paint at the woman, making both her and Tyler gasp.

"You're in so much trouble!" she screeched, stomping her foot against the floor like a child.

God, she was annoying. Josh lifted the paint container above his head and threw it against the ground, breaking it open and sending black paint flying everywhere.

"You don't threaten me," he said flatly, hearing Tyler who was whining about his white pants being ruined.

"Come on baby, let's go home. We'll get you new pants, I promise."

So Josh threw his arm over Tyler's shoulders and the two walked out of the room just as the bell rang, sending students running through the hallway. Josh and Tyler held their heads up as they walked past the lockers they vandalized, all eyes on them. People were whispering, mumbling, staring. They saw the black paint on their hands, and started jumping to conclusions.

"They're going to commit suicide together."

"They're going to kill us all."

"They're going to run away."

Josh cracked a smirk at that last one. He felt Tyler's finger hook onto his belt loop, pulling Josh closer. Josh knew he didn't like the staring, he was probably anxious. In response, he rested his hand over Tyler's back, his fingers rubbing back and forth in a comforting way.

"Get a good look, baby. We'll never see this place again."

"Except for Saturday."

"Won't be long, though. We just need to get on the school computer, plant the bomb, and leave."

"Thank fucking God."