[✔] Green Eyes || PJ Liguori

Chapter Sixteen

~PJ~

  "Since I have found my distraction, it's time to find yours.."  

It's been two days since she's told me that but it's been bouncing around my thoughts to the point that it's driving me mad. I'm not even sure what I should do as a "distraction." 

Autumn happily set a plate full of food, snapping me out of the thoughts. She had volunteered to make lunch today as she noticed that I've been pretty distracted recently; which I'm really grateful that she wanted to make an effort even with such a simple notion. I smile at her and said a soft 'thank you' 

I finish the remainder of food left on my plate but I only notice that Autumn has been staring at me the moment I look up from my plate. I raise both my eyebrows at her,

"What?" I ask her, wiping my face just in case some food somehow got stuck to my stubble. She slightly shook her head at me with a faint smile on her face.

"Are you okay? There seems to be a lot of things on your mind" she sat on the chair next to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'm fine. It's just that- um- do you remember the time you told me to find a distraction?" I paused and rested my head on hers. She nodded

"I've been thinking about it but I can't really come up with anything. Nothing seems to excite me anymore." I told her with a slight frown on my face. She stayed silent for a while as if contemplating on some suggestions that she can say.

"Did you have a hobby before?" she asked me.

"Hmm," I say as I attempt to recall my activities from 3 years ago.

"I used to draw a lot." I smile at the memory. Autumn lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me

"Then why don't you try doing that again?" after her statement she stood up and begun to wash our plates.

Maybe I should try to dust off my sketchpads..

. . .

I look through my drawers, creating soft clattering noises every time I would close one. I was starting to lose hope since I am very unsuccessful with my hunt for my old sketchpads; I haven't even found a freaking pencil.

I sit on my bed to take a second to try to recall where the hell I could've placed my sketchpads. I stood up and marched across the cabin, passing by Autumn who is currently taking a nap on the sofa. I open the door of my storage room and begin to dig through the useless things I've collected through the years.

Upon rediscovering the oddest items I've hidden -one of which is a horse mask for a short film I've made with my friends years ago- I found my old and kind of dilapidated sketchpad. I flick through the pages as I pace my way back to my room.   

I lock my door and I immediately begin to draw a few random characters that I've thought of through out the process of searching for this. I draw one of my all-time-favorite characters who is Fuzzwald.

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A few hours have passed and I've came up with quite a few characters that I'm really proud of. I drew Pencil Tooth, The Richest Bug on Earth, Planet Kid, The Party Nightmare and -my personal favorite- Wiggles The Clown.

Now Wiggles seems too much of a character that it doesn't satisfy me that he's just in drawing form. He represents my maniacal side and I want to portray him in video form. With that being mentioned, I run around the cabin picking up a variety of items such as a fake house plant, handkerchiefs, face paint, colored hairspray, formal clothes, a toothpick, a knife and my trusty Canon 550D camera.

I set up some lamps on either side of the camera, wrapping a blue colored plastic around the lamp on the right and an orange one on the left. I was practicing some accents to see what fitted Wiggles the most as I applied the face paint onto my face.

Once those are all settled, I pressed record and begun to release my inner maniac and psychopath.

"Hey, how's it going? It's Wiggles The Clown!" I say making sure to do a lot of hand motions. I continue on and on saying really weird things, pulling off lame party tricks and jokes.

"Let me tell you a little something about kids... I HATE KIDS. Kids are the bane of my existen-" I get cut off by the door swinging open. I let out a shriek as I jump up

"Are you okay there PJ- oh.. uh.. what's going on here?" she asked, stifling a laugh. Good thing that I'm wearing face paint because I could feel my cheeks heating up of embarrassment.

"Yes Autumn I am poifectly fine" I said, keeping the accent. She raised an eyebrow at me

"Okay, I came up with this character that I really liked so I am making a video about him." I said, dropping the accent. She giggled at me

"Can I watch?" she asked

"Sure," I replied. I continued the video, making Autumn laugh every so often.

"If you hire me, you will never ever see you kids.." I say, leaning into the camera. Autumn stands up and shakes her head at me. 

"..as happy as you saw them when you hired me to that party you hired me for!" my eyes flickered from the camera to Autumn, partially for comedic purposes. She quietly laughs and sits back down.

I have finished letting out my crazy side and I already ended it but I haven't pressed the button yet. I run my hand through my pink hair and clear my throat.

"I made this video because I wanted to let out the rest of the psychopath there is in me for the last time so that the world doesn't have to see me in that way ever again. Autumn told me to find a distraction, and so I turned back to drawing and short films. Thank you." My deep voice rattled due to being so worked up. I stop the video and turn off the camera. Turning to Autumn, I engulfed her in a hug as I try not to get any face paint onto her clothes.

"Thank you Autumn."