"He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears." - Michel de Montaigne
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“Wait...what?” I cracked my knuckles. Loudly.
“Ari, I like you.” He repeated.
“Well, yeah I know, I like you too.” I was slightly confused; he broke up with Courtney because he....liked me? What?
“I like you...” He stated each word slowly as if he were speaking to a child. “As more than a friend.” His eyes studied me carefully, surveying my reaction. His words took a moment to sink in, and when they did I was horrified.
“WHAT?!” I yelled, completely taken aback by what he was saying.
“What?” Noah echoed behind me. I elbowed him. “Hey!”
“Shut up!” I turned back to Zac “What do you mean you like me as more than a friend?”
“I mean, I like you as more than a friend, there’s really not much else to it...” Zac chuckled lightly, looking more than awkward in the situation he created.
“Zac! You stupid, idiot, jerk, asshole, manwhore, slut, retarded... ALIEN....!” I punched him in the chest, Noah, Eli and Trinity were howling with laughter behind me.
“Was that supposed to hurt me....?” He asked sheepishly.
“YES!” I screamed, punching him again
“Okay...err, ow?” He pretended to rub the spot where I punched him. “Soo...what do you think?” He asked me.
“If you’re referring to the whole Ari-I-like-you-as-more-than-a-friend thing...” The bell rang interrupting my rant, I grabbed my backpack. “Then there must be something seriously wrong with your head, and if there isn’t I will make damn sure there is!” I stamped on his foot childishly grabbing Noah’s hand and dragging him to our first class; art, my favourite subject.
“Retarded alien?” Noah raised his eyebrows dumping his stuff in front of his easel.
“Shut up...” I mumbled, blushing heavily.
“That was by far my favourite insult of yours yet.” Noah was one of the only people, apart from Trinity that knew that when I get angry the stupidest, most random things come out my mouth.
“Yeah, well just wait until I start on you...” I muttered, looking out my paint and paintbrushes as the teacher walked in a few minutes late; as usual.
“Right class, listen up!” Miss May clapped her hands, yelling over the noise of the class. “Alright everyone shut up already! Finally! Okay today will be a free lesson of sort, I want you guys to really use your creative talents and paint whatever you want. It can be anything, absolutely anything, just use a little imagination.” As she announced this the whole class murmured eagerly. Anything huh?
I pulled my paints out of my backpack and started squirting different colours on to my pallet. I knew exactly what I was going to paint.
I stuck my earbuds in turning up the volume, zoning out completely, letting my mind focus on the memory and I dipped my paintbrush into the blue oil paint and let my brush gently caress the canvas. My hand swirling, making the curved lines. Making short sharp strokes as I added texture to the piece. Only vaguely aware Noah was jabbering away in the background, completely unaware that I couldn’t hear him.
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It's A Twin Thing
Teen Fiction"His name was Noah Karson. He was just fifteen years old when he died." When Arianna Allen's life is ripped apart as her best friend dies, she is hopelessly carried along by life, trying to get through each day aided by alcohol, parties and one nigh...
