Tumblr prompt: You're into graffiti, I'm into graffiti. Wanna fuck up this town's walls together since we can't stop arguing over this one wall?

Note: This is a short one-shot. I hope you enjoy it though!

Pairing: H2OVanoss

Evan walked quietly down the street with his bag full of spray paint in hand. He looked left and right, to make sure that no one was out, and he slipped through an alleyway to get behind a building.

That building was the one he was doing graffiti on. He had done the sides already, and now all that was left was the back and front. It was easier to do the back first; plus the front was the final cherry on top.

When he got there, however, he saw someone else setting up. The person had spray paints like him, and was about to start spraying when Evan stopped him.

"Excuse me, but I think that's my wall."

The boy turned around quickly, and frowned at him once he saw the bag. "I don't see your name on it, so get lost."

"Actually, you can see my name on the rest of these walls, meaning that that one is mine as well."

"Well, too bad, I'm taking this one. You should've gotten here sooner."

"I just finished the other wall last night. So I think I got here soon enough."

The boy blinked at him and thought for another response. "Yeah, well... You still didn't come soon enough cause I got here first! So shoo!"

Evan raised an eyebrow at him, "Is that the best you got?"

"Listen, I'm not good with words, okay? Don't attack me for that, man. Not cool."

"Then stop talking and let me have my wall back."

"Hell no! I took time out my busy life to come here to fuck this wall up, you ain't gonna stop me from doing that?"

"What is it you do, exactly?"

"Take care of my baby brother. Do you know how fuckin hard that is? Like, damn, I love the kid but he's a fuckin hassle half the damn time. Let me have my fun for once, god dammit."

Evan paused, and sighed. "Alright, alright... Why don't we both just fuck up the walls of this town?"

The boy blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah."

The boy hesitated before saying, "Alright, I'm down." He smiled and stuck his hand out. "My name's Jonathan."

Evan looked at it before taking it, slowly smiling back. "Evan. I'm Evan."

They dropped their hands, and Evan grabbed his spray paint from his bag while Jonathan shook the can in his hand. They both looked at each other, smiling, before they began painting the wall.