Hey guys! Sorry long wait, I'm killing you blah blah blah! ;P I've REALLY been busy! Final exams guys! FINALS!! And there was the proof reading deal and I don't know... it just didn't feel good enough... still doesn't... oh well...

So first thing first, no I didn't come up with EVERYTHING Josh says, I'm stupid but my brain as limits alright so if you've heard some of his remarks before well go get yourself a cookie! ;P

Now also... I'm putting a warning here, what Josh says is not what I think alright? So if you get offended by what he says don't start a rant on how a bad person I am!

Also, this time we have German guys! lol Might be crap though, È's family's from Kassel, my other friend who speaks it is from Switzerland so ya... different German... so if I completely screwed it up, feel free to laugh at my expense! ;P German is hard alright! lol

And THANKS to bhouchen for the AWESOME song "I Gotcha" by Joe Tex which you will see in this chapter! :P Again THANKS!!!

Also, THANKS È!! You are fucking awesome! Happy? ;P Mouhahaha

And also, got check out The Black Ryders if you don't know who they are, personal culture and all! lol

Oh and a little side note, please, please, PLEASE, don't advertise your story here! I get that you'd want to use the fact that there's a lot of people reading this to get more readers, but this is just not the place alright? I never advertise my story anywhere and still managed to have reads, so please, don't do this to me... I like to have real genuine comments... not fake copy/paste things to get yourself on the What's Hot List!

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter...

Will this be the long awaited kiss? MOUHAHAHA!! Me and È are actually making bets on how many comments I'll get for THE kiss... Anyone want to join that pool? Or maybe it'll be too late after this chapter.. MOUHAHAHAHAHA. Who knows? Well I do but that's just a detail.. mouhahaha

Read, enjoy, vote and comment! :P

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I was sitting in my car, the engine still running, wearing my old jeans with plenty of holes and a baggy yellow t-shirt, asking myself for the hundredth time if this was a joke or I had gotten the address wrong or Josh really lived here.

Because frankly, the building I was parked in front looked... oh god it looked like Tyler's house in Fight Club...

Was he seriously living here? Didn't the guy have money? I mean he didn't have to be loaded to not live in a shithole like this, sorry the language but that was just what it is was!

Or maybe he had given me a wrong address. I mean that something that guy could do, I'm pretty sure of it... with the stories he told about Blake's childhood...

And then I thought "Oh god! They're going to make me do graffiti on that building aren't they?"

That sounded just like them, oddly JUST like them...

I was still gripping my steering wheel tightly when I started to hear sound... like shouting outside...

I opened my window and looked out, towards the building and to my deep disappointment Josh's head was sticking out a window.

"YOU PLAYING SPY!?" he was shouting.

"I'm really at the right place!?" I screamed back, still a little shocked.

"No shit Sherlock! Come on! Are you going to wait in your car or come in!" he screamed back.

I sighed heavily, closed my eyes for a second and then stopped the engine and got out of my car, triple checking the door locks.

I walked up to the front door, Josh's head still sticking out, an annoying grin on his lips.

"What kind of dump do you live in?!" I shouted at him, raising my head.

He was like on the third floor up or something.

For one second I was a little worried. Where was Blake? Why wasn't it his head sticking out the building and him nagging me?

Because as funny as Josh could probably be, I wasn't here for him.

Wow... nice realisation...

How pathetic...

Josh laughed "Hey! Don't hate the building! It has cachet!"

I rolled my eyes for his benefit though he probably didn't notice and was about to pull the door open, it was a big wood kind of thing, that went with the whole almost-falling-apart rectangular building.

I mean it could be nice... in a horror movie or something.

Anyway I was about to open the door when Josh stopped me "Oh wait! Use the buzzer first! I gotta buzz you in, don't touch the handle it starts the alarm, use the buzzer!"

I sighed again, and pressed the button beside the intercom thingy but then I heard static and there was blue flash and I moved my hand just in time before I actually freaking got electrocuted!

What the HELL?!

Josh was laughing uncontrollably and his head disappear back inside while I aligned a bunch of insanities.

Holly fucking shit!! I almost got freaking ELECTROCUTED!!!

What the hell was wrong with him!?

"OH MY GOD! What's wrong with you!? I could have been electrocuted to death!" I shouted at him even though I couldn't see his face anymore.

That dumb bastard! Seriously! What the hell was I doing here again?

Josh head reappeared, still laughing, "Aww don't worry, it's barely a 200 volt shock, I would just have just frizz you up a bit"

"You're sick!" I screamed again and crossed my arms over my chest.

I wasn't touching that door, or anything from that building again! Actually, I should just go back home. I was just making a fool of myself right now!

But before I could turn around and well, leave, I heard Blake's voice, angry voice I might add, yelling at Josh.

I couldn't really help the small smile appearing on my lips.

I'm not sure what he was telling him, because the shouting was happening inside but then Blake's face appeared.

And just like that I felt like the little hyper kid on Christmas Eve all over again, restraining myself from jumping up and down.

Pathetic and quite sad, really.

"Josh is sick!" I shouted, before he could say anything.

"Tell me about it!" Blake snorted, shouting back.

Was he smiling? Did this whole thing entertained him, me almost getting electrocuted I mean.

That little bitch better not be enjoying this!

"Shut up! Josh is awesome!" Josh yelled, trying to stick his head out beside Blake's.

"No, Josh is sick!" I screamed again, for his benefit.

"Hey! You want to come in or you want to stay outside and wait for Gigglypop to try to wiggle his pickle-crop at you, Iggy Pop style!? He just needs two seconds to drop the brown coat you know!" Josh yelled and I had a good two seconds of mental black-out.

A big "Wait, what?" moment, right there. That was a lot of ig and op in a same sentence!

"Just come in!" Blake yelled, pushing Josh's head inside.

"Can I TOUCH the door?"

"Yes! Don't worry, just don't ever listen to Josh! Like ever!" Blake laughed.

"So if I told her to play with your seeding-hose you wouldn't agree?" I heard Josh yell inside and then Blake's head was disappearing and there was crashing sound and yelling and cursing, while I stood there, yet frozen again, but laughing this time.

Oh god... why was I here again?

Why was I even asking myself this question? I knew exactly why I was here.

So I just opened the door, not without a good second of hesitation though and then walked in.

Well, the inside wasn't as crappy as the outside. It was actually... nice?

There was a big set of stairs, all in wood, right in front of me, normal apartment stairs, not some grandiose thing, but the inside was actually clean, something I wasn't expecting after seeing the outside and there was just a corridor, with doors, other apartments probably, the walls all a warm beige.

It all looked like it had been renovated not so long ago.

I decided to head to up the stairs since the guys had been... well not on the first one. But then when I got on the second level, that I hadn't seen when I was downstairs, there was like a big metal gate kind of thing, with bars typish, and a lock.

I sighed heavily.

Josh arrived running a few seconds later, coming out form big double metal doors, the kind you saw in front of warehouse almost, Blake running after him, trying to knock him down actually.

"Secret password!" Josh yelled, crashing into the metal gate, his face trying to stick between the bars, his hands gripping them.

I rolled my eyes at him "You sound just like my brother!"

Blake was trying to push him away while Josh yelled "Just answer!"

I laughed at the two of them, while Blake threw him on the floor "I don't know... go to hell?"

Josh, on the floor style managed to shout "WRONG!"

I should have said hooker or something...

I sighed, "Just let me in!"

Josh managed to push Blake on the floor too, and away from him, so he rushed to the gate, sticking his face out again, pouting his lips. "Maybe a kiss for passage?"

"Damn it Josh, get out of the way!" Blake said, his voice annoyed and made the combination to open the lock, pushing a whiny Josh at the same time, while I laughed.

"Sorry about Josh, he doesn't get a lot of company!" Blake informed me as he opened the gates, smiling a little again.

"Shut up man, I have a social life!" Josh felt the need to share while straightening up "And just a little side note, this is my place, I'm the one who sets the "open the gate" rules, and you Saskia, need to pay me" he continued on, wiggling his eyebrows.

I sighed and asked him "Why do you always screw up my name?"

We were walking towards the big metal doors, and Blake punched Josh in the stomach.

Oooookay...

What was THAT for?

"Again, don't listen to anything Josh says, he's a crack baby!" Blake warned, almost taking a protective stand between me and the said crack-baby.

Something was telling me I was in for a weird evening!

"You know, I think it's beneficial for her personal culture to know about Saskia, man! Want to hear a nice story about an obsessive Rembrandt?" Josh asked me, grinning.

Okay, I knew Rembrandt, and all his auto portrait and his way to play with clarity and obscurity, yay me, but Saskia... ya I didn't know that one!

For some reason, I was worried for a second and looked at Blake's angry expression.

"I don't want to know?" I asked him.

He shook his head "You don't want to know, trust me"

Truth is, I kinda wanted to... but I wasn't going to argue with him.

And I was a little too busy with staring at him because let's face it; he was nice to look at. I think I had made that point clear with myself. Anyway, what caught my eyes first was the fact that there were paint stains on his light V-neck green t-shirt, which fitted him perfectly, of course, and also on his fade blue jeans. Oh and on his hands and arms too.

Alrigth, maybe I really was going to do graffiti on the building walls after all...

"Blake is a party pooper, pooper pooper, crapper, crapper crapper!" Josh started to say in a sing-song voice.

I muffled a laugh.

Blake glared at him "We're playing that game?"

"You know you'll lose if we do Nancy boy, so don't get your panties in a notch alright!" Josh laughed while opening the doors, lifting the metal bar blocking them in the middle.

Okay, were we going into some secret hide out full of dead bodies? Why would he need a door with a metal bar to close it like that?

Weirdo!

"Oh you might want to take your shoes off, if you don't want to ruin them that is" Josh said and then opened the door.

The first thing that hit me about his loft was that almost half of it was covered with plastic sheets. The big mural, on the left wall was probably the cause.

On my right there was a staircase, open kind of thing, just like wooden planes on medal rack, going up to a high second floor that we could completely see from where I stood, just a metal ramp around it and that looked like a library.

There was also a little corridor on my right, and I think you could get to a kitchen because I could see something like a stove from where I stood.

There was another corridor on my left, right beside the big mural that I didn't know where it leaded.

As I was assessing my surrounding, I started to walk towards the mural, my feet making the plastic crease under them.

The mural looked like a landscape; and there was a relief feeling to it, trees sort of popping out of the wall, Blake had mentioned plaster once, I remembered, and it was obviously in the process of being painted.

"That's what you're working on?" I asked to no one in particular, getting closer, trying not to walk into one of the many fresh stains of paint on the plastic.

"Yope, at first it was just supposed to cover the hole Blake had made when he'd punched into my wall but now it's getting into a nice little project of ours, and apparently my dad wants to expose it now. Go figure!" Josh snorted.

Woah woah woah! Back up the horse right there!

"You punched into his wall?" I asked Blake incredulous.

"Ya whatever" Blake rolled his eyes.

Nah ha! Not good enough!

I shook my head "I want details!"

Blake snorted this time "Well you ain't getting any!"

"Not fair!" I pouted.

"Never said I was" Blake smirked.

I used my whiny voice "Blake!"

"Not gonna work. We're changing the subject now!" Blake smirked even wider and I glared a little at him, but just a little.

I mean I'd get all the details at one point right? Even if that meant torturing him to get them.

"I hate you!" I told him, my eyes still narrowing and Blake laughed "Love you too!"

When he said that, even though I mean he had already said that, it was sort of a comeback of his, I couldn't help but feel a little twitching in my chest.

Okay this was bad, real bad now... Was that what I wanted to hear? Oh god, I shouldn't even think about that idea.

Change subject, like now!

There was a song playing in the background, quite nice actually so I settled on that, to stop thinking about the weird feeling I was slowly getting, trying to stop staring at Blake.

"What's that song?" I asked, frowning.

Josh was picking up a brush in one of the painting cans "It's Gone Without Feeling"

"Hmm, don't know it..." I shrugged.

Josh dropped the brush "The Black Ryder? You don't know them? If you say you don't know them I will slap you!" he warned, pointing me severely.

I chuckled "Are you serious?" and then looked at Blake who was nodding his head with him.

"I'm with him on that one... but I'm leaning more towards spanking, but hey, what can I say I'm kinky that way" Blake smirked again.

I glared again.

"Alright, none of that in my living room!" Josh interrupted "Lexi, get a new brush, there's probably one in the black bag over there" he said pointing to it.

I did has he said and took one.

"Okay so what do I do?" I asked, almost happily now.

Wow, bipolar much?

"I trust Blake judgement when he said you would actually know what you're doing, and you can take the old margarine pot over there, with "brown" written on it and start painting the tree trunk... that's if you know what you're doing? You know what you're doing right?" Josh asked, looking a little worried.

"Hmm... define "know what you're doing" maybe?" I smirked a little.

He looked even more worried.

I laughed "Don't worry, I'll managed not to screw up all your hard work!"

"You better, it's hard to do brown, and if you screw up I'm putting it all on Blake and he'll suffer the consequence and you wouldn't want the poor block to suffer the consequences!"

"Again, it depends... what ARE the consequences?"

Before Josh could answer, Blake walked behind me, heading to the little ladder I think and slapped my butt with his brush.

"HEY!" I shouted, and slapped his right back.

That just made him laugh "I had paint on mine"

My eyes bulged.

"No!" I gasped and started to turn on myself, looking at my butt.

I glared at him, and then punched him on the chest "NOT funny, you liar!"

Blake just smirked and climbed up the ladder, to paint the sky.

Idiot asshole!

Maybe I could make him fall from the ladder...

As I started at him, plotting on how to get back at him, my eyes fixed on the sky he was painting.

It was all blue but now Blake was painting over it, making it look more like a sunset, with orange and red and pink, with clouds.

"Didn't like it blue?" I asked him.

Josh answered for him "We changed plans... we do that a lot... it didn't look right, or real enough before"

Well, for sure right now it looked eerily real... and beautiful, and oddly familiar...

I'd seen a drawing like that once... the sky like that, and the clouds. It was really the clouds.

"Where have I seen this drawing?" I asked frowning.

I tried to remember maybe something in Blake's room, but couldn't find anything.

Blake turned around to look at me, a little smirk playing on the edge of his lips "You remember that drawing?"

"I don't know if I remember, but it looks familiar..."

"End of fifth grade, the teacher had asked to draw the place we'd want to be if we could be anywhere" Blake said, smirking wider.

Oh NOW I remembered "That was YOUR drawing?"

"Yope!"

"I got a detention because of you, I hope you're happy!" I informed him.

In fifth grade, the art teacher had asked us to draw the one place we would pick to be if we could be anywhere. I had drawn a beach, and the ocean, because it was always there that I had the nicest memories with my family. But then the teacher had hung all the drawing on the wall, we didn't know which belonged to whom, it was a homework. And the teacher had started to pick on the most beautiful drawing of the bunch, because it was just a sky and he had said that a sky wasn't really a place and that it didn't work and that some people just liked to be smart ass and not follow orders and blah blah blah, so since my stupid mouth couldn't stay shut I had started to argue with the teacher.

"Hey, you didn't have to tell the teacher he was picking on my drawing because I had more skills than him" Blake told me, his smirk mischievous.

"Well it WAS a nice drawing..." I trailed, shrugging.

"Enough to have the art teacher hate you till the end of the year?"

"Well, it was just one month, nothing really!" I said chuckling a little, but ya... the teacher had really hated me after that...

Ooops...

But now, knowing that it was Blake's drawing, I'd do it again, without hesitation. To think... I didn't even know it was his... I mean I don't think I even knew he was in my class then.

Sad, really!

"So what? You decided to do the mural based on your drawing?"

Was the sky still the place where he wanted to be... well moreover WHY was the sky the place where he had wanted to be?

I thought about his brother... dead... I didn't like the reason why it might have been it.

"No, it's supposed to be my mom's favourite park, the one she always took pictures of, but ya, Blake sky just fitted with it" Josh explained.

"And we're going to plaster Miss Puss in the middle, looking at the sunset longingly" Blake smirked and then turned and continued to paint.