Learning From The Bad Boy

Changing

As it turns out, Lana and the group had seen most of everything unfold. Being the most gracious person she was, Lana instructed Scott to step in. After helping me to my car they stood by, throwing questions every millisecond.

I tossed the bag of brushes into the passenger seat. Abruptly I held out my hands. They went quiet. "I'll tell you all later, but I need to go paint my room." Frowns covered their faces, even the guys who would all day deny they didn't care for gossip and drama.

Lana folded her arms over her chest. "Well, you heard the woman. We're not wanted here." She fake sniffed, wiping at her eyes.

Dramatic scowls were given to me by Scott and Emily.

Everyone started to back away from my car. "Lana!" I called her back, remembering that I did want to talk to her before she left.

They all stopped, but only Lana walked back over to me. Joseph watched from several feet away. A glint of worry reflected in his soft eyes. A wicked grin graced my face. "If he asks you out, say yes." I whispered to her.

A befuddled look crossed her face. I discreetly tipped my head in Josephs direct.

"What?" She asked, still confused. Quickly she turned to see who I was gesturing to.

As soon as their eyes met, a scarlet blush covered his pale cheeks. He turned his eyes away and stuffed his hands down into his jean pockets in a nonchalant manner.

Her eyes widened in awe at his bashful actions.

I smiled. My work is complete.

"Well thanks for inviting me out, but I need to do this before any witnesses show up." I stated while opening the door to the car.

"I thought you said paint your room, not commit a murder!" Lana joked with a horrified look of her face.

"Why not both?" I said before climbing into the car.

She laughed and skipped to catch up with the others. The drive home was actually pretty short because of the lack of traffic. I drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel in happiness upon seeing nobody was home. Yet.

Dad was going to be gone until his shift was up, and known my mother and Sarah, they're finding anything and everything to do not to be home with me. Glancing towards the small digital clock in the car, I rounded my time to paint up to about 5 hours.

Perfect.

I grabbed the bags and fled to the door, not stopping until I was at my room. Quickly tossing the plastic wrap off of the brushes, I rushed back downstairs to grab the paint. Looking at the deep violet color on the can, I decided against covering my floors. Who cares if they got paint on them? Certainly not me.

A roll of blue painters tape fell from the messy bench and next to my feet.

I smiled in victory before bending to get the brand new roll of tape.

While running back up to my room, I shook the can hoping it would mix relatively fast. Turning the can on its opposite side, I sat it down on the ground.

Taping the whole room at once would take too much of my time up. I taped around one wall, and then opened the couple windows in my room.

Cold air wafted into my room. I clapped my hands together.

Let's get started.

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Three hours and some painting gone wrong later, the room was finished. Or at least my version of finished. Lazily, small drops of dark purple paint dripped onto my floor. Uncaring, I watched as it pooled onto my creme colored carpet. Not my problem.