#16, There was no decision

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»Careful!«

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»Careful!«

Unfortunately, her shout was to no avail. Lorelai cursed as she quickly took shelter behind the wooden easel. The football missed her (by a length!) and crashed into the box of drawing utensils standing on the floor. Colours and brushes flew around like crazy, destroying Lorelai's carefully executed order in the box. Oh, who was she kidding? There'd never been any sort of order in there.

Lorelai huffed and brushed the hair strands that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears. They were wet from all the sweating. Her stomach was one single knot of nervousness and tension, hurting from the strain she had put it through for what felt like eternity already.

»What did I do to deserve this?« she announced, out of breath and highly irritated by the situation she found herself in.

Diego only shrugged and watched her with a sheepish look as she gathered the utensils that had flown out of the box. »Sorry,« he said, a smirk on his face. Somehow that made Lorelai certain he wasn't all that sorry. »I'm a passionate sports fan, but that doesn't mean I'm good at it myself.«

Her roommate brushed his long dark hair out of his face, then he made to retrieve the ball and continue with his sad version of doing kick-ups but Lorelai shook her head and held out her hand as a sign to stop him from doing so. »No thanks,« she said. »I think I've had more than enough footballs flying around my immediate environment than is healthy for my nervous system.«

Diego laughed at that, the sound melodic as usual — he just had one of those soothing voices. You could listen to him talk and laugh all day. Lorelai still thought he'd missed his calling as an audiobook reader. »Come on, you were holding yourself up really good just now,« he complimented her. »What was it? Ten minutes? You can call me impressed.«

Oh dear universe, that had only been ten minutes?! Lorelai scoffed and watched him retrieve the ball from the corner it had rolled into. »I will never be able to complete this assignment,« she said whimsically. A look at the canvas sitting on the easel convinced her of the truth behind her words.

She hadn't been able to sketch more than a few rough outlines each time before her nerves gave out and she felt like throwing up and fainting at the same time. At least she'd only started with one canvas for now; getting a new canvas for every try seemed — correctly — like a waste. And what was on that canvas even more so. She was rather ashamed to call herself an artist, to be perfectly honest.

Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to start with pastel colours. She was going to have to make use of her birthday present another time. Sketchbook it is then, she thought depressed.

They had been working on Lorelai's assignment for days now, but because of her ridiculous phobia, things were... difficult, to say the least. YouTube videos didn't seem to work for the assignment simply because the finished works didn't look right from her perspective. Then again, that was to be expected — can't study movement without seeing the actual movement. Right in front of you. In 3D, so to speak. And what would Ms Medina just think of her cheating on the assignment anyway? One glance and the art expert would know something was off with the pictures. So there had been no other way for Lorelai than to give in to her impending doom and actually go through with it.

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