Part One: My Other Half [COMPLETED]

T H I R T E E N . O N E

S U R P R I S E

A R Y A  S A V I E R

"H-hey! Get this off me!" I scolded. I was starting to panic. What if it was a complete stranger? I started trashing about to remove the hands.

"Jeez! Chill man! You'll ruin your artwork!" I felt the hands covering my eyes stir away. I squinted my eyes to see the culprit clearly. It was non-other than a laughing Royce.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be busy with sports preparation or something?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Well, I kind of got a break and wanted to see how you're doing." Royce smiled.

"Hey Royce, will you please tell me something?" I picked up the brush and cleaned it in the sink.

"Hmm?" Royce peeked at what I was doing.

"Did you ate something weird today? This is so not you Royce." I eyed him skeptically.

"That's rude Arya. I actually am a good friend you know!" Royce feigned to be hurt and scoffed. But in the end he laugh when I was still staring at him in a weird way.

"What?! Do I look like an alien or something to you?" Royce laughed.

"Ugh! Never mind!" I shrugged. Could it be that he's still hurting from last time's revelation and needed someone to talk to?

"Hey Arya! This work's nice. It appears that Lieutenant and you, had really worked your asses off huh?" Royce beamed at the canvass.

"Well thank you so much for the not so witty comment!" I scowled then suddenly thought of an idea.

"Royce! Since you're already here would you mind helping out?" I lend him a brush.

"What?! It's fine by me, but let me warn you that I'm no Leonardo da Vinci or something okay?" Royce stared at me like he was unsure about this.

"Oh, it'll be alright. Even a kindergarten could do it" I grinned.

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Few minutes later, I got Royce to be as busy as a bee. It appears that

Royce has huge manly hands and he was bad at outlining. His hands are just not fit for finer details in painting, so I gave decided to give him a large brush for larger strokes used for backgrounds. We were working for a few minutes when suddenly, an accident happened while Royce was painting the uppermost part of the canvass.

"My eyes! My eyes! I got paint on my eyes!!I can't see!" He was panicking and flailing around while covering his eyes. I instantly rushed to him to see what happened.

"Royce! Let me see that please, I'll take you to the clinic!" I was so worried that I wanted to yank his arm away in order to assess the damage but to my surprise, he just placed both his hands on my cheek and he was snickering.

I was shocked for a moment and tried to examine his face. He had this stupid wide grin on his lips. It appears that the paint had only fell on his nose and not on his eyes after all.

I smacked him on the chest. "You stupid freak! Did you think it was fun huh?!You scared me! I screamed at him and continued punching him wherever I could.

"Pfftt...y-you s-should h-have seen your face!! Hahahah! That was priceless" His laughing face made me more pissed than ever. He was even holding his stomach to try and stop the laughter. Oh! The nerve of this guy!

"What the heck is so funny huh?!Why won't you stop laughing?! I really hate it when people make me feel stupid!" I growled at him.

"B-because now y-you pfftt...h-have paint on your f-face Hahahah!" Royce guffawed.

I instantly touched my face to know if what he was saying was true. And sure enough, a wet red paint was on my palm. I instantly got mad.

"Oh Royce! Call all the saints that you know cause you are SO D-E-A-D" I threatened and growled at him. I was closing in on him and he instantly stopped laughing and took a step back.

"W-whoa chill man! Y-you know on the second thought, I-I think our break is finally over. So... I need to go Ciao!" He sprinted away like he was Flash from Justice League or something.

"ROYCE LUKE KENNEDY!!" I screamed like a mad woman.

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I tried so hard to remove the red paint from my face but it won't come off as easy as I'd expected. But still I was so happy this paint isn't enamel. I can't imagine putting so many oils to my precious face. Talk about taking the bright side of things. Yeesh!

Just as I was drying my face off, I heard two sharp knocks on the door. I quickly went to the door thinking it was Royce going back to apologize, But I still want to pulverize him or something, I opened the damn door and screamed,

"So you still had the nerve to get back you son of a -" I was cut short on mid-sentence. Standing in front of me was a gorgeous Brian Christian Harvard with a surprised look on his face.

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