Private Finished Broken Heart Alley

Gabe had a boyfriend.
Gabe had someone on his side that wasn't Diego, someone that felt the same way about Gabe as Diego and who had stolen Diego's chance to be with Gabe like that. As more than just best friends. And that someone was the guy who had tased Diego in the balls, no less, though that was farthest from Diego's mind. At the moment Diego was too busy cursing the guy and imagining himself beating him up and strangling him and doing various other very violent things.
But it was all just in his head. Outside Diego looked like a dead man walking, the area around his eyes red from crying. And somewhere at the back of his mind Diego knew. He was the only one to blame that Gabe had been taken away from him. Diego had been the one to never tell the guy about his feelings, and had coverd for his spinelessness by making excuses about his life and father and the illegal stuff he did and such. When all along Diego had just been scared of breaking the balance, breaking their friendship.
Yeah, it was all Diego's fault. And now he didn't know what to do with all this shittyness inside him, so he did what he had always done before. Went and flew over a fence he wasn't supposed to fly over with a bag full of spray paints.

Diego knew that this was stupid and illegal, but he didn't have enough energy to care. He wouldn't get caught, he could fly, and this place seemed pretty deserted, it was the backalley of some big corporate building. And Diego was about to make the wall of that building a whole lot prettier. The wall was clean and almost begging to get tagged, and Diego would do just that. He found a perfect spot, dropped his bag and grabbed a can of black paint. He started to do the outline of a human being, huge in size, few meters above the ground. He already knew what he was going to paint, could see it in his mind. Diego could almost hear his dead father call all ths artsy fartsy stuff gay as fuck, but for once Diego's sadness covered it up. He needed this.
Diego was concentrated on painting, and thus was oblivious to his surroundings, which was pretty dangerous. He would only snap out of it if someone called out to him.

Diego was almost finished with the first human shape, in a fetus position on its back, when someone called out to him. Diego gasped from surprise and almost dropped the spray paint can, whipping around yo check if it was a guard and in that case he was ready to fly the fuck away. But it was just some chick, looked around his age. Or wait...
"Hey, it's the dudette with the sweet ride."
Diego said with a small grin and shook the can. It let out sharp clack sounds.
"It doesn't really matter if I get caught, as long as I get to finish this first."
Diego said with a shrug. He floated back on the ground and next picked up deep green paint.

Estella was able to get a chuckle out of Diego but as instructed he held his applause so they wouldn't attract any extra attention. He just began filling in the human shape with dark green paint.
"Yeah, I'm Diego. Diego Alvaro. For one night, and one night only."
Diego also snorted at his own joke. What a hilarious pair they were.

"I thought my rugged bad boy charm couldn't go unnoticed. I'm hurt."
Diego said with a small tired grin as he flew down and picked up other shades of green and brown, putting them in his pockets. It was kinda weird to just be chatting like this when Estella was on the other side of the fence, but Diego was feeling too meh to care.
"What I'm doing? Just something pretty fucking stupid."
Diego chuckled bitterly, he was aware that this was an easy place to get caught. Maybe that was the point, maybe this was just a call for help. Or Diego just wanted to pick a fight.
"But it was this or shoplifting and at least this leaves something nice behind."

Diego looked at Estella with a slightly surprised expression. She wasn't wrong, but no one had actually called it that before. Expressing himself. It was always just vandalism to those who looked. Diego looked at the graffiti he was making and he didn't really see either vandalism or self-expression. He just saw...what he was feeling right now.
"The people who catch me here are just gonna see vandalism and a stupid kid anyway."
Diego said and shrugged.

Now Estella climbed the fence, and Diego could see she was checking around for cameras.
"There aren't any cameras here."
He said down to her before filling the last spot on the human figure with green paint. He floated down and threw the paint can in the bag.
"Well, you just basically trespassed, dude. So now you're stupid with me."
Diego said with a slight grin before floating back up and beginning to draw tree trunks within the human figure with brown paint.

"Myself? Nah. This is...someone else."

The way Estella sounded like some wise mentor made Diego chuckle a bit.
"You don't wanna know what I see. Trust me."
Diego answered, he appreciated that Estella was bearing him and he didn't want to start whining at her or anything.

Diego couldn't really laugh at Estella's joke, she hit too close to the goal. But he managed a smile as he finished painting the tree trunks and branches and moved on to the leaves.
"Yeah, plants are great."
Diego mumbled, bit out of it, and felt like crying again. But he'd rather die than cry in front of another person, and a cool person no less.
"Yeah, let's just say it's mother earth. Power of plants and all that."