Obstruction.

Blast From The Past.

It's kind of like a drug. Being alone. Sitting in a car, the windows rolled down and music plays in the background. There were two days until I was out of school and had six months of a long summer break. The sun beat down and it was probably a little after four. I was heading to my safe haven I guess you could say. It was down in this kind of abandoned area and was really isolated. Torn down walls, random furniture. I was told it used to be a hotel until it got demolished and no one owned the property. It's a place I've been going to since I was ten, so almost nine years. I had a bag of spray paints in the back of my car so I could entertain myself. Relief some stress. Just the feeling of being isolated, being away from all the drama, all the noise. No drug, no substance compares to the feeling I get when I'm alone. The building was in the middle of a field a few minutes outside of my home town of Brooks, California, a place I've wanted to leave since I could remember. No one knew of the building, no one knew where it was, and if people asked where I went I would say the art studio or the gym. I parked a few feet from the back of the building, slowly opening the back door of the car and pulling out my swing bag of paint. I stuck my headphones in my ears and listened to some music as I made my way through the giant whole in the wall.

I ignored everything around my and made my way towards a wall that had a figure of a girl. It wasn't finished, but eventually it would be, maybe even today. I had painted the background white and done a black silhouette like figure of a girl looking down. Today I was going to add in some color to it. I carefully dropped the bag and began to pull out some of the fist colors, dark blue and light blue, my favorites. One of my favorite songs, A Little More by Machine Gun Kelly. I started walking around and painting the walls. I suddenly heard something fall in the background. I froze quickly and turned around, no one should be here, I should be the only one that knows about this place. No one else has been here before, so what was that sound? I walked slowly through the building listening, as the grunting and the hitting got louder and louder.

Then someone spoke.

"You're late," Immediately I froze. I wasn't alone? How long have they been here? Do they know I'm here? I quickly hid behind a wall with a medium sized hole and a cabinet, so I could see what was happening. In the middle of the room there was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling How have I missed that? Two people stood in the middle of the room, one was shirtless and wore black basketball shorts. I couldn't see his face, but he had dark messy brown hair. My eyes trailed down his back witch was very muscular, but that's not it, there was a tribal tattoo that trailed form the top of his right shoulder down to the middle of his back. It was amazing. The second guy was also very muscular; he wore a red muscle tee and a pair of joggers. His jaw was chiseled and his eyes were so green, and his blonde hair that sat on his head with some light streaks of brown. Overall, they were both really hot. I shook my head and focused on what they were talking about.

"Yeah, well I showed up. Do you know how hard it is to find this place? It's literally in the middle of nowhere." Blondie said, with an exasperated sigh.

"Whatever, we need to talk, where is Caleb?"

"He's on his way, listen I just go news that Zach is back in town and is looking for you."

"Shit." Tribal guy cursed hitting the punching bag. Blondie stepped forward, opened his mouth and was about to say something, when me being my clumsy self, slipped and knocked over the cabinet I was leaning against, letting it crash into the ground and give away my hiding spot. I squeezed one eye shut and slowly glanced over to where the two boys once were. Hence the word once, because no they aren't. I slowly started backing up, reading to head back to my car. I turned around ready to run, only to run into something hot and that smelled like salt.

"Going somewhere, princess?" a deep voice said. I slowly lifted my head and was met with the deepest, most beautiful blue eyes ever. I laughed a little and backed up, seeing blondie standing by the door with the same scowl on his face.