WLW One shots.

6. Red and blue.

This is my favourite short story...

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We stand at the sink, a sponge in between my fingers, gently dabbing Islas face with a cloth. The blue paint stuck in the ends of her little baby hairs, and the red acrylic spread across her cheek.

Her smile soft as my fingers glide against the skin on her face, her head slightly leaning into my touch.

My tounge sticking out of the corner of my mouth as I try to take the red paint off with the warm sponge.
We weren't even close, Isla and I.
She was a kind popular girl, with a nice boyfriend. I was an arty quiet kid with a silly little dream of being in love.
A couple of boys and a handful of other girls along with Isla and I were the only people in the art room.

It was quiet.

Her French braids were now frizzy and damp from the sponge and her makeup and been smuggled, her tie was halfway down her shirt and she borrowed my joggers (her skirt having paint and chalk down the front)

But at least The paint finally came off.

We sat down with a light chuckle, I focused back on my scetch of the cobblestone street and she looked at her paper covered in paint, wondering where to draw the lines to create her character.

Her head turns to look at me, our nose just millimeters away from one another, she whispers to me, her voice as soft as silk spun by the angels spiders.

"I wish you were a boy, Sophia."

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