"Woahh!" He mocked being knocked off his feet. "Someone got out the wrong side of bed today and decided to throw it all at me..."
"Oh shut up." I punched him in the gut lightly and playfully. "Why do I have to hear it from my baby sister rather that the horses - rather large - mouth?"
"What is there to tell?" He was being evasive. "A girl and a guy, and, and guy and a girl..." He trailed off and shrugged, with a smug grin on his face. I shook my head.
"You're acting like it was some sort of quest and you reached the end and... Ugh." I shuddered. "At least I have a constant reminder of why I don't date."
"What the hell are you on about?"
"You!" I accused, "Basically saying you and Chelsea did it and you think it was nothing more than that and you're perfectly willing to go bragging about it all over town. Have you given any thought to how she might be feeling? Maybe like a used up old sock?" He laughed a deep, bellowing exaggerated laugh. "Stop it I'm being serious!" I scolded.
"Chill out. Me and Chelsea are an item. Like proper girlfriend boyfriend. She's not a used up old sock, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean... But yeah, we did bang though."
"Oh for plumbobs sake! You 'banged', yeah? You just 'banged'?" I glared at him.
"You're so disgusting..." I punched his arm playfully.
"So, Miss Feminist, where's Becca?"
"She's out with that Kody from prom."
"Oh yeah? They gunna make luuurve?" He pulled the same stupid face and I could have wrung his neck.
"Don't you dare! She's my baby sister!!"
"Hey, everyone does it sometime, I'm just saying!"
"Yeah well she's not stupid, she wouldn't do anything like that."
"You never know.." I knew he was just trying to wind me up, so I pushed him towards the door. I had a dare to fulfill.
"Not as big as mine though!" Kenyon laughed back. The woman tutted, rolled her eyes, and walked off to look at some statue with boobs. Art, hey?
"That was too far." I scolded Kenyon.
"Truth." He shrugged. "Stop putting it off." He shoved a spray can into my hand, and I looked around. The coast was clear for now.
"Keep watch." I demanded.
"You wrote your own name?? Seriously Aria!" He sounded angry, although he kept his voice hushed for obvious reasons.
"I didn't know what to put! You didn't specify!" I mentally berated myself. What an idiot.
"Well obviously not something they can trace right back to you!"
"Ugh, I'm sorry... Not alot I can do about it now, though, and I expect they have CCTV anyway..." I shrugged. I didn't really care anyway. I was in an art gallery, surely that counted as art?
"Lets get out of here..." He rolled his eyes as we started walking out.
"Well your turn now! I dare you..."