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Harrie was bored as ever cooped up in her room. She didn't have Angie to hang out with and the others were busy with their daily life.

That's the thing, no matter what, Angie always made time for Harrie, whether she had studies or not, she always made time for her.

Harrie sighed, she decided that sitting around moping all the time about her failing friendships wasn't helping.

She dressed presentably, grabbed her phone, wallet and car keys and headed down the stairs.

"Mr. Bodyguard!" She called out on her way to the door.

He came, "Where are we going?"

"Out, I'm bored here." She exclaimed and threw her keys for the body guard who caught it.

He looked down at them and then at up at Harrie, "What am I suppose to do with these?"

"Drive me, duh." She exclaimed and entered on the passenger side of her car.

Mr. Bodyguard scoffed but entered the car non the less. "I don't get paid to drive you around angel. Why couldn't you just call Jason?"

"Thought he deserved a break, besides, this is you watching me." She shrugged and plugged in her headphones pretending to listen to music just not to have to converse.

He scoffed and pulled out one side, "Where are we going?"

"Oh anywhere that sells art supplies."

He frowned at her, "What for?"

"What do you think I'm gonna do? Buy some, then use them. Duh!" She exclaimed and put back in her headphones trying desperately to ignore the man next to her who kept stealing glances every couple minutes.

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"Why don't I believe that you're just gonna paint with this?" Mr. Bodyguard asked when they exited about the fifth shop, his hands were filled with the stuff Harrie bought.

She shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "What mischief are you up to?"

She scoffed, "I don't have to answer you. Sir." She said and then entered her car waiting for him to get them out of there.

He entered the driver seat after putting the stuff in the back, "You don't seem like the artistic type. What-"

"Why are we still talking about this?" She asked annoyed by his stupid questions.

"Because Harrie, I may not know you but you're definately up to something not good and I don't like it."

"You don't have too." She huffed and plugged in her headphones, this time listening to music hoping to drown out his irritating voice.

When they arrived home, Harrie got out the car and tredded up the stairs, "Have the maids bring my stuff to my room."

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And Mr. Bodyguard was right, Harrie wasn't really the artistic type.

Well she kinda was, only when it was for something mischieveous.

Harrie got out an old blanket, spread it across her bedroom floor where she'd be working, gathered her stuff and started.