𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (Complete)

𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒

"Do you always use memes with your homework?" I question, searching my mind for one single logical reason why I'm still confined in this beautiful monstrosity with the two brainless brothers.

Justin looks over at me as though I had just asked if he was born on another planet.

Which he most definitely was, though he'd probably deny it...

Or maybe he wouldn't.

"It's the only way we can concentrate more than—"

"Two minutes?"

He scoffs. "No. Three."

I shake my head "I guess the one minute makes a big difference," I retort sarcastically.

"Of course it does!"

I roll my eyes and focus back on my own page. Which, I might add, I don't need memes to concentrate on.

A sudden gasp snaps me out of my concentrated state. I slowly turn my head towards the boys, annoyance written all over my face. "What is it?" I ask to the redhead's open-mouthed, surprised face.

"Nothing!" he replies, his face falling back to normal. "I was just practicing gasping in Spanish." Suddenly he drops his face into his hands and shakes his shoulders, making sobbing noises from his annoying lips.

"What are you doing now?" I question irritably, wondering if he's suddenly bipolar.

"I'm sobbing in Spanish!" he replies, lifting his head from his hands and wiping away imaginary tears. Then a smile lights up his face, putting his pearly (or not so pearly from that gag drink and all of the junk food he ate) whites on display.

"What are you doing now? Smiling in Spanish?"

"No, silly! I'm smiling because I'm all done with my homework!" He stands up, only to deflate back to the couch.

"What? You forgot to smile in Spanish too so you can prove to your teacher that you're bilingual?" I ask.

"No..." He gives me a weird look. "I just realized there's no food left for a snack."

I turn to Lucas, who has been silent this entire time. "Congrats. You're best friends with a black hole." I rise to my feet, walking out of the living room and into the next room. I stare at the paintings on the wall and realize that this is not the Stinky, Fishy Room (which I have now deemed the aquarium room's name), and unfamiliar to my uncultured eyes.

"Is that Van Gogh?" I question mostly to myself.

"Leonardo da Vinci, actually," a voice replies behind me.

Knowing who it is behind me, I reply without turning, "Close enough."

"Not really."

"Stop talking."

"Why?"

"Because you're annoying, genius."

"I'm guessing 'genius' wasn't a compliment."

"Nope."

Lucas walks up beside me, confirming my assumption and staring at the painting I was beholding.

"Portrait of a Musician," Lucas began, even though I hadn't asked, "an unfinished painting widely attributed to the Italian Renaissance artist Leonardo da Vinci, dated to c. 1483–1487. Produced while Leonardo was in—"

"Is that Wikipedia?"

"Maybe."

I raise an eyebrow in his direction.