An Artistic Duo

Chapter 3

June 25, 2012

Beep, beep,beep.

I rolled over on my bed when I heard the noise. It was summer, why was an alarm going off? I blindly reached for it, not knowing where it was since I'm sure I didn't even bring an alarm clock, then turned it off when I found it. I pulled my blanket up and got ready to fall back asleep again.

Then, I heard a door crack, but I decided to ignore it. It was probably my imagination anyways.

"Wakey, wakey, Lacy, baby," I heard all of a sudden. Then there were hands gently shaking my body.

And wait a second. Was that voice Eli's? Was it possible that he was the one gently trying to get me up, in a nice-

"Fine, but you asked for it." Then he spit on my cheek.

My eyes shout open. "El-" I started to shout but his hand went over my mouth.

"Don't want to wake your friends now, do we?" He said sarcastically, an evil smirk on his face. If only facial expressions could be literally smacked off. 

But he was right. Only he needed to feel my wrath, not my friends. I hopped off off of the bed and immediately cringed. His spit was still on my face and it was slowly sliding down.

I took my face and rubbed it on his shirt making sure to get all of his DNA off of me. I looked back up at him to find him staring at me with an odd expression. 

"What?" I snapped.

He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I whisper-yelled. "You're the one who spit on me you little-"

"Come on, let's just go," he interrupted and pulled me out of the cabin by my wrist.

I tugged away from him "What are you-" Then it hit me. It was probably four in the morning, and it was time to paint.

He knocked my head a couple of times. "Finally got it through your huge head?"

I growled at him. "Shut up, I just got out of bed, now I'm going back to change-"

He groaned. "No, that'll take too long, let's just go."

I thought about it. No one was going to see me with my pajama pants and tank top with extremely messy hair, I mean, who would be awake at this hour anyways? And even if they did see me, I wouldn't care. I don't even dress up normally. Sweats and a tshirt every single day.

"Fine, lets go, but you better not get one ounce of paint on me," I said.

We walked in silence to the Center House. It was a big empty building, with only one room really, that they used for anything, usually used to just store paint supplies. There was tarp covering the entire floor and the entire room smelled of clay and paint and other art supplies. When we got there, we didn't say much. We just set up the canvas and sat on our stools in front of it.

"So, how is this going to work?" I finally asked after we had been staring at the blank canvas for a couple minutes.

"Obviously, we're going to paint a picture," he said.

I gave him a look. Why was he always trying to be a smart ass? "You dummy, I know that," I said. "Do you think you're funny or something?"

"I think I'm hilarious."

"Well you're not, so just stop and lets figure out what we're going to do so we can do it and be done with this," I ranted, suddenly angry at the world. But mostly Eli.