Dear Diary

Alstroemeria

Dear Diary,

Here's what happened today.

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"Yeah, that was awful." Andrés said after the movie.

I crossed my arms. "I told you." I sit on the edge of the bed. "Let's watch another. You can pick this time."

"Nah, we should paint or something. What do you like doing?" I think for a moment. What do I like doing? I don't usually have time to do stuff like drawing or reading.

I give a half-smile. "Uhm. I like going outside?" He looked out the window. Sometime during the movie, it had started to rain heavily.

"Yeah, let's just finger paint." I nodded and sat on the floor as he went to look for a canvas in his closet. Once he got it and some paint, he sat across from me, placing the blank board in between us.

I take a tube of baby blue paint. "Shouldn't you put something under the canvas?"

"Oh, I guess so." He grabbed a towel and lied it underneath the board. I opened the red tube. "Can I paint the background black? It'll make the other colors pop." He asked as he reached for the black paint.

I nodded as I held back a small laugh. "Nerd..." I muttered quietly.

"I heard that." He clearly didn't. He started to pour a bunch of the black paint onto the canvas and spread it out with his hands. I wait until he finishes covering it to put red paint on my hand. I press my hand on the canvas with my fingers spread out before lifting my hand. He put pink paint on the tip of his and started to defining parts of my drawing.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it look better." I roll my eyes and pour bright yellow paint on my hand. I paint dots in the form of flower petals in the corner of the board.

He places a single brown dot in the middle of my flower before going back to my handprint to shade it with dark red paint. I put blue paint on my thumb and go to add to my own hand painting.

"Blue is going to ruin it." He grabs my wrist and pulls me away.

"It's my hand, dude." I deadpan and try to color on it again, but he covers it with his hands.

"Nope." I lift his hands, and he left an oval around the hand.

I drop his hands and frown. "You messed it up."

"I think it looks better this way." He smirks proudly. "Add the blue to the outline." He holds the back of my hands and guides my fingers to paint certain places of the oval.

"So bossy..." I mumble as I go to paint my name in the corner after he lets me go.

"And you're not?"

"Exactly. I would never be bossy." I say matter-of-factually as I underline my name. "Anyways, draw your name under mine."

He starts to paint his name. "Bossy." I start to draw more flowers around my yellow one as he goes to add more detail to the handprint.

"Andrés, are we friends?" I look at his face before pouring hot pink paint on my hand.

He thinks for a moment. "I hope so."

"Cool." I smack my hand firmly on his cheek, making a perfect, hot pink handprint. He looks at me in disbelief and a lot of confusion.

"I- uh...what?" He goes to touch his face and looks at his fingertips now turned pink. "Ellis! How could you!?" He asks dramatically.

He pours blue paint on his hand. "Wait, no!" He laughs menacingly as I put my hands out to protect myself. I giggle as he grabs both my wrists with his clean hand. I feel my heart race with excitement. I bring my knees to my chest. "I'm going to kick you, get away!" We both laugh energetically, though I'm a little breathless.