Remember || Solby

At age seven | part 3

I remember going back to class after the bell rang. Since we had already done what he wanted, It was my turn to choose what we did.
As said before, I wanted to paint, and so paint we did.
I was painting the flower he had given to me, while he was painting Batman.
I was always curious as to why he so randomly chose to paint Batman. Maybe he just felt like drawing him or maybe he was reminding me of how we met. Either way, thats what he was doing.
He wasnt doing a very good job though. In fact, it was horrible. No. Correction, it was horrific. That kid couldnt even draw a stick figure if you asked him to, and yet I chose to let him near a paint brush.
I had only realized my mistake once my favorite blue button down, had black paint splattered vertically across the entire front side of it.
The second it had hit me, I jolted back and made a dinosaur noise. It was as if he had just shot me in the chest. The betrayal I had felt at that moment wasnt even describable.
"I-I'm sorry..." He stuttered.
The only thing that ran through my mind at the moment was how I couldnt believe I was painting a cherry blossom for that guy.
He set the brush down and quickly got paper towels to try and remove the excess clumps of goop off of me. I hadnt replied to a single word he was saying, and to be completely honest with you, I didnt even care enough to listen to what he said. I mean, my favorite shirt was now destroyed and it was my best friends fault.
For some reason, as a seven year old I saw that to be the ultimate deal breaker. You ruin my shirt, I'm out. Good bye, adios.
After he cleaned it up—or really just smeared it, he could still see the discontent look plastered to my face. He was so upset with himself that he had actually gone back to his picture, picked up some red paint next to it, and stared at me. For a split second I thought he was going to throw more paint at me, but that wasnt the case... Thank god. No, instead he had drawn out a giant x from left shoulder to right bottom trim, then right shoulder to left bottom trim.
"We're even now" he told me as he set the brush in a water can and smiled a hopeful smile at me.
Of course, being the dipshit I was, the only way my heart could truly be content was if that shirt was his favorite one too, and so I questioned him about it. He nodded his head vigorously, looking like a bobblehead as he did so.
It probably wasnt his favorite shirt, but either way I forgave him.