You Can Paint Me

Chapter 12

So...

The good thing is, that I can draw again. I mean, this time, the banana looked like a banana.
So that's a plus.

Secondly, I don't have under eye bags anymore, but I still don't sleep very well. Because I still have many annoying thoughts running in my mind all the time, that I do not want to have. So I just draw them instead to calm my nerves and relax a bit and maybe even sleep...eventually. Because instead of me relaxing, I end up getting more riled up when I see what my hand has drawn.
But let's not talk about that...

But, you know what the thing is?

Is that, the sacrifice I had to make, in order for me to draw that darn banana, was to have an annoying thing in my ear the WHOLE time I'm in school.

It's been, like, three days after the...

Sigh.

Look. I DIDN'T apologise, okay?

I just made a strawberry shortcake and that's IT.
But he took is as an apology and now he doesn't stop bothering me. Like, at all.
The variety of nicknames he has given me the past three days, are beyond the imagination!
He always chooses to call me by Shortcake Liv, Livy Shortcake, Livy boo Shortcake or Shortcakey boo.

And I just... I just...

"AAAAHHHH!"

My scream came out muffled, with my face burried deep inside my pillow.

THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING.

Sigh...

So, that's the price I had to pay...
For me to draw, I now have to be forever annoyed...

But, have you noticed that I'm talking so much with myself lately?
But, then I guess, it's better than not talking at all.Because then I would go crazy and, unfortunately, I am already one step before an asylum due to the  annoying son of a gun,who is not only frustrating but somewhat funny, sometimes, and that makes me question my sanity, I-

BLEH, I'M GONNA THROW UP.

No, no, no, no. I'm not okay.

It appears that my mind is not at the right state, right now. Because, why would I even say that? Eew. No.

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"Oh WOW. You are gonna break my fingers WOW! Jeongin chill.", the ironic tone in Minho's voice was, practically, dripping down from his lips.

We were currently all gathered up in the lockers and Minho was checking out Jeongin's biceps, after all the work out he had done with Changbin. Minho was touching his arm to see how much he had improved, but, instead of telling him what he really thinks, he ended up teasing him with an ironic tone. Because, apparently, there was not much difference in Jeongin's biceps...

I'm not gonna tell him that though.
I already feel bad for him, that he has to go through all that. Imagine if he learnt that all these days of working out, are not paying off just yet.

"Minho, STOP teasing him.", Changbin warned him, with a bored expression.

"No, no! He is right! I mean, I can feel my biceps, you know? Look at them!", he flexed on us.
"Liv, touch them.", he looked at me.
"Mia?", he turned to her as well.

My eyes shot up and I gulped hard.
"I..umm. W-we- I mean, it's okay! We just left from the Art Room and, umm... I'M FULL OF CHARCOAL.", I showed him my dirty hands, that were black from the charcoal.

Thank God we had Art class just moments ago. Because otherwise, I wouldn't get off the hook... And I would had to lie to him.

"And I have paint!", Mia raised her hands up in the air anxiously, clearly not wanting to touch Jeongin for the same reason as mine.