Author's Note: Inspired by Blue October's What If We Could. This is a high school setting, so it's AU.

Disclaimer- Ivory Tears doesn't own Devil May Cry, nor does she profit from this work of fiction.

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What If We Could

"I can't believe you talked me into this," she panted, hands resting on her knees before she straightened up.

Jogging a half mile wasn't in her evening plans, but here she was.

"I'm not," he smirked and tossed her a backpack.

She slung the pack over her shoulder, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he nodded his head toward the water tower.

She groaned, but followed him in that direction, "Again?"

"Yes, again," he slicked back his silver hair, turning his blue gaze on her, "unless you want to go home?"

He grinned at the scowl twisting her features.

"No," she sniffed as she shouldered him to walk up front.

"Suit yourself," he fell in step beside her.

Lady and Vergil had been best friends and neighbors since preschool. He mostly kept to himself, whereas she garnered attention -both good and bad. Hanging out with Vergil did have its up and downs. Him being a 'nerd' and she being 'punk' ostracized them both at school, but Lady could care less. Those lame ass preps could suck it.

"Here," he held his arm out, stopping her from walking further.

She raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yes," he nodded, "I'm definitely sure."

"Alright," she dumped the backpack on the ground and knelt down beside it.

She pulled out a handful of spray paint canisters, passing them along to Vergil. He shook a can before popping off the cap.

"Would you like to go first?"

She waved him off, "Nah, I like to watch the 'pro' at work."

He grinned at her, "I hope I don't disappoint."

"No worries," she returned the grin.

Boy, was Trish going to be one pissed off bitch when she saw what they did to her Mercedes. Lady smiled in the night and picked up a can of neon yellow spray paint.

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