In which two people who are polar opposites, find one another and against all odds, see they have more in common than they thought
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{started: 7/27/24}
{finished: ???}
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"What does this do?" Amber asked, pulling a lever which was on the wall.
With a loud thunk, a ton of empty cans feel from the ceiling at the entrance to the hideout.
"Oh..that's what it does," Amber said, giving Mal a sheepish look.
"Yeah, we built it in case we needed a boobie trap, but we mainly used it to prank each other."
"That's...friendly," Amber laughed at the thought of Jay showering Carlos with cans.
Before you continue to pull levers that shouldn't be pulled or break anything, let me give you a quick tour so you know what you're getting into," Mal said, playfully shoving Amber to the side.
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After the tour, Amber and Mal sat on the black couch that had streaks on spray paint all over it. It didn't look bad, the unorganized manner in which the spray paint was sprayed on the couch, made it look like it belonged; natural.
"So, you painted all this?" Amber asked Mal, looking around at the walls at all the art.
"Yup," Mal responded proudly, "I was actually thinking of adding to it."
Standing up from the couch, Mal reached for a can of paint from a crate by one of the walls. Walking over to the wall behind the couch, which had a spot that wasn't yet painted. Shaking the can, she began to paint.
Amber was amazed, watching Mal paint was mesmerizing and she drifted off to the sounds of shaking cans and the light hiss of the paint spraying.
When Amber awoke, she thought she was still dreaming because Ben was there. Staring at Mal painting. Mal obviously hadn't noticed Ben as she was still painting, oblivious to everything else.
Ben and Amber made eye contact and a sad look passed between them, Amber breaking the eye contact out of guilt.
It was only when Ben said: "At least I don't see a picture of me with horns and a pitch fork," that Mal turned around, letting out a small gasp of surprise.
Ben took a few steps forward, but stopped when Mal took a step away.
"Mal I'm so sorry about our fight," Ben began. Amber felt uncomfortable being there, as this wasn't her fight. "I'll be back," she muttered before leaving the room.
Unsure what to do, she waits in the next room over from where Ben and Mal were talking. Pulling out her notebook she opens it up to a blank page. Staring at it for a bit, she knew this was the place was different. The Isle just had the feeling that sent inspiration flowing through her. It wasn't that it was a nice place, like Auradon, but it had the special feeling that she needed, different.
