Chapter 11 (Mitchell)

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Painting is hard work! Ryan brought his sweet 1988 boom box with him, though, so it's still fun. I continue to roll my side of the room. 

"Remind me why we chose white?" I say.

Ryan shakes his head. "Your idea, man."

Oops. 

"Sorry, coffee does weird things to me."

"I think we all know that." Says Bridget, walking over to us.

"What are you doing over here." Asks Ryan.

"Yeah, I'd like to know the same thing," I say.

She has green and blue paint all over her clothes, even in her shoulder-length light brown hair. 

"Water." She answers, smiling.

Without thinking, I dab her nose with my paintbrush, which has white paint on it. 

"Hey!" She giggles, grabs a water bottle from the cooler and runs out. Ryan is staring at me.

"Dude, do you like her?" 

"Um."

"Seriously?"

"Um."

"Quit it and answer me!"

"Shush! I don't want Lilla to hear this conversation." I whisper.

Ryan nods,  "Yeah, Lilla's a witch, man." He says purposefully loudly.

"I heard that!" She yells back.

He lowers his voice. "Do you?"

"She's kinda cute, I guess."

"How long have you known her?"

"Two years, I think. Her sister is Evening's best friend."

"Were you guys always friends?"

"Kind of, but not really until a few weeks ago. Stop asking all these questions."

"But I want to know all about your girlfriend."

"Sometimes I seriously hate you," I say, and he grins,

"I know."

Someone knocks on the door.

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