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This was our last week of school before Christmas and me and Dean spent nearly every minute together. When we weren’t getting detention together, I was in his room or he was at mine. We had teamed up together for an art project and right now we were working on it his dorm, he shared with David Wells. He was goalie for our hockey team and we actually got on so there was no unnecessary fighting when I was with Dean.
“Sit still!” Dean ordered trying not to laugh at me as I danced to AA playing form his stereo.
We had decided to do a huge poster of a silhouette of a boy and girl in various over lapping scenes. In short we needed lots of really, really big pieces of paper.
“So, what else could we do?” he asked as we both looked over the sketches of what we had all ready. We had about five scenes. We planned for all the scenes to tell the story between the two people. Art was the only subject I wasn’t ready to fail. The first picture was of the two looking at each other from opposite sides of a bench, the two of them dancing, the boy holding the girl’s arms over her head, them kissing and then at the bottom of the page we planned to have the girl in the left corner and the boy in the right. They both pointed guns at each other.
I thought for a bit and then suggested. “Emm…how about we do one where he’s after picking her up and she’s trying to get away.” I quickly sketched it on the page.
He nodded and I saw a small smile. “And what about one of them screaming at each other and then another of them lying side by side?” he pitched in ideas.
“Perfect!” I grinned and he added them to our plan.
“Eppi? Can we team up for all our projects this week?” he asked putting a piece of Beef Jerky in his mouth.
I nodded and ate my own strip. “YES!” I laughed. “But, we only have one other project class together.” I pouted.
“I know, but we can make it count. I kinda actually want to get good grades for the Xmas. I don’t want my sister to kill me over my education.” He joked but it wasn’t funny because it’s kinda true. His sister wants him to have something to fall back on if the band goes bust.
“How about you help me with my Media project? I have to make either a promo video, a commercial on paper or a prep sheet. I kinda want to make a video.” I looked at his green eyes.
“Any ideas of what?”
“I was hoping a music video. They’re a form of promotion. I was hoping either with TWNC or Her Betrayal. I think I’ll ask Nad. But do you want to help me?” I gnawed on my jerky and he smiled.
“Sure.” He leaned down and pecked my lips before going back to our art project. “So, we’re gonna need A LOT of paint and paper.” He chuckled writing down a list of supplies we had to give to the teacher to order for us. “What colours do you want?”
“Red! Definitely red, and blue and green and yellow, and orange!” I shouted through my chewing.
“Ok…” he wrote down my demands.
“And doughnuts.” I giggled grabbing the pen and scribbling it down on the list.
He laughed and nodded folding up the list and putting it in his jeans pocket before pulling me off the table onto his lap and placing a kiss on my blue lips. Yeah, I’m wearing blue lipstick today with a kind of ice queen eye make up. I matched my make up with bright aluminous blue tights under short white shorts and Nightmare Before Christmas tank with wooly elbow length fingerless gloves.
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