Chapter 6

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Sophia POV:

I wake up around 7 in the morning like always I never actually mean to it just kinda happens. I realize I'm in the living room and that Freyas next to me then I remember and head to the kitchen and set out tylenol and glass of water for when she wakes up then got out a pan and started making the recipe my mother showed me on how to make donuts. Once they were finished I heard Freya groan behind me while taking the tylenol I left out and then she saw what I was making and quickly grabbed a plate and sat down at the counter and started eating the newly made goods. "Good morning sleepyhead. Do you have a headache?" I ask genuinely curious to the answer. She just shakes her head yes to the question and continues to eat the donut. I went to my room and gave her an oversized flannel tank top and sweats and then grabbed a huge water bottle." Your going to need this. And since your still in your clothes from yesterday take these", I say giving her the items in my hands. She thanks me then walks to the bathroom to change. I finish my donut and start making myself a smoothie and coffee for freya just how she likes iced coffee with hazelnut creamer and two pumps of cinnamon dulce then make my way to the couch once again and start cleaning the blankets up then turned on some music. Then she walks out wearing my clothes and looks gorgeous as always. She takes the coffee and thanks me then sits down on the couch with me ." Do you wanna paint? I have extra canvases if so", I suggest," sure. Thank you soph", I stand up from the couch then hold out my hand for her which she takes and I pull her up and make way to the studio. I set up my easel and she does the same and we both grab our chosen paints. I choose a light blue, light gray, sage green, burgundy, and a cream color. She grabs a light yellow, baby blue, blush pink, chartreuse, and white. I start painting I draw a willow tree with roots underneath spreading outwards towards another tree interlocked with another tree while she painted a meadow. We continued to hang out until 6pm when she went back to her apartment.

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