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Day Five (Art)

The day we watched paint dry.

Before P.E. ended yesterday Freya gave me her address. I told my parents that I was going to paint a mural at school that day, as an excuse to wear jeans and a t-shirt. I kept my word to the deal I made with Freya, even though I won. As usual she didn't come to school, so after I went over to her house. I had no idea what we would be painting, but I didn't care. I walk up the porch steps and knock on the door.

Freya answered the door, but she looked different. It wasn't because she was wearing a tank top and shorts. She had dyed her hair a deep purple.

"Hey, new hair I see," I said.

"Yeah, I was going for the color of wine and it came out looking like a plum."

She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Come on in, my mom isn't home," she said.

"What about your dad?" I asked as I walked in.

"Don't have one, he must of had something better planned for his life."

She answered, like the thought of not having a father wasn't a big deal.

"What are we painting?"

I looked around for the paint.

"We'll get to that, but first I need you to help me pack."

She took hold of my hand leading me upstairs to her room.

"Pack? Was she going somewhere and I didn't know." I thought to myself as we walk up the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

I didn't want her to go anywhere.

"After graduation I'm headed to Los Angeles. To become a photographer for world-renowned magazines," she said.

I was glad she was on track to graduate. Also I could see why she wanted to be a Photographer. She had a bulletin board hanging on her wall full of photos. Half of her room looked packed already.

"Your in a rush," I said.

"I don't have time to waste. What do you plan after graduation?"

"I'm going to UC Davis and study neurology, to become a doctor." I told her as I walked over to the bulletin board.

"Of course you would stiff, bet your following your parents footsteps."

She said sounding disappointed, but I ignored it.

"What do you plan to do with all your photos?"

I walk over to the bulletin board to look at some of them.

"I'll tell you, but no more questions. I plan to create a photo album with all them."

She told me and was standing next to me looking at the photos too. An hour or two went by and we had finished packing a majority of Freya's things.

"Follow me," she made her way downstairs.

I did, Freya lead the way into her backyard. She was standing in the middle of two bukets filled with white water balloons.

Play Here: Tongue Tied by Grouplove (for 50 seconds depending on how fast you read)

"Now we paint," she picked up a water balloon.

"Paint what?"

I asked her, because I was confused. Next thing I knew Freya threw a water balloon at me. It hit my left shoulder with an explosion of green paint going everywhere.

"Our bodies and you said you weren't going to ask anymore questions."

She simply replied as she walked away with a bucket.

"I never said that," I picked up my own bucket.

I grabbed a balloon and aimed for her back, then released it. Bull's-eye, the game had begun. We repeatedly threw the water balloons at each other. Until both of us had no more left. We were an absolute mess, but I liked it. Our bodies were covered in paint, but Freya looked like a work of art. There was paint all on her face. That made it look like she was crying tears of color.
After we finished she then walked me to the door.

"Can we hang out again tomorrow?"

I ask her as I walk out the door.

"Yes, I'd love to answer more of your questions. We can take more photos and I can show you the record store I go to."

She said and then close the door. The more time I spent with Freya, the closer I felt to her. It was fun getting to know her better and I hoped she felt the same way about me.

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