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chapter seventeen

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chapter seventeen

When the weekend came, I dressed in one of my dad's old t-shirts from his college years, and a pair of my paint splotched jeans. I had no shoes on and my long pastel pink hair was pulled up in a high bun. My bangs were clipped back with bobby pins and I had told Blue to come in and head up to my room since I'd be expecting him.

Yet I didn't expect for him to come into my bedroom when my music was on and one of my favorite bands, Of Monsters & Men, blasting from my Bluetooth speaker (my iPod was in sync with it) that was within my room. I didn't expect for him to be watching me from the doorway, having interest in his eyes as I spun around and danced with grace. Unknown to people, I took dance classes when I was little. I still had the coordination that I had for the many years that I had done dance classes, from when I was five to all the way to when I was eleven. To say the least, middle school brought change that I was not prepared for.

"Nice moves, Greene."

My eyes widened and I spun and almost fell down onto the ground as I turned and found that Blue was fighting the urge to out right chuckle. I frowned and folded my arms against my chest and fought the urge to scowl at him. Instead I turned and picked up a paint brush and threw it across the room, watching with surprise when he caught it easily and headed towards me.

When he came close to me I saw that he was wearing a Twenty-One Pilots t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. And ironically as he reached me my speaker started to play Stressed Out from Twenty-One Pilots. He arched his eyebrow as I shuffled my feet and smiled a little, at the fact that he and I actually had music that was similar.

"I like them," I simply stated before I turned and looked at the canvas in front of me. Blue didn't say anything, just moved so that he was standing next to me, and together we looked at each other and nodded our heads. As soon as we dipped our paint brushes into the paint that I had supplied for us we began to streak our inspiration across the blank canvas in front of us.

We easily had our hands hit each other a couple of times, and sometimes I'd almost fall against him but manage to catch myself. It was fun none the less, simply laughing and singing along with the songs that we enjoyed and I never realized how much I had missed out when it came to having someone be my friend. I hadn't had one in a long time, and having one that not only seemed as though he wanted to be there for me...but also paint with me...that made it even more worthwhile that I ever imagined.