A/N Yes I know it's short, I'm sorry. It's been super busy and I haven't been writing during the week so I only have the weekend to finish writing a chapter. I'll try to make the next one longer. Please Vote/Comment/Share!
David's POV
Shit did I actually just say that?! Did she hear me?!
Giovanna’s soft singing stopped.
“What’d you say?”
My eyes widened and I said the first thing that came to mind. Well, more like yelled. “I piss glue!”
She gave me a weird look. “...Okay then? Looks like someone has to get some sleep tonight.”
And then she went back to cleaning.
Thank God.
I slumped in my chair thinking about what if she heard me correctly. Or maybe if I had the balls to say it again more assertively. But, hey. You don’t just go around saying a serious I love you to friends who aren’t expecting it.
Friends.
Oh my God.
I’ve been friend zoned.
This is it. This is the end for me. Out of all my years, I never knew why people freaked out over friend zones. Like, can it be that bad? Well the answer is yes. Yes, because everyday I have to swallow my feelings and push them over like they’re nothing. I have to shove the idea of love aside because I don't want her to freak out because of it. But if that's what it takes to keep her happy, I'll do it.
“Watcha thinking about?” My head snapped up at the sound of her voice.
"Huh? Oh um I was thinking how water colors are nice to paint with."
"Yeah, a lot of people underestimate them mainly because they think it's childish."
"I think I proved them wrong," I said with a cocky smile.
"Yes, I think you did. But wait until you start painting with oil. That's a whole other world."
"I can do it."
"Are you sure?" She tauntingly smiled at me. I could tell that there was a challenge hanging in the air.
"Definitely."
"Do you want to make it interesting?"
"Spill."
"The topic is flowers. Whoever paints the most well liked painting is the winner. Judges could be Josh, Linda, and Nick."
"Alright. What would the winner get?"
"Whatever they want from the other person."
"Well who can say no to that?"
"So we have a deal?"
"Hell yeah."
"We'll both have sixty minutes to paint. After the time is up we immediately have to stop."
"Get ready to do whatever I want."
"Eat my dust Sparrow."
"After I win, any time Algarotti."
After we shook on it, she set up the timer and laid out the oil paints. Now, I may not know how to use oil paints, but it can't be that hard right?
No. Wrong. I was so wrong. Half hour through and I'm panicking. There is oil all over my hands and probably some on my face. I tried wiping it with water, but it's like it's water proof or something. I think I smeared it more rather than cleaning it. Damn this is frustrating! I tried painting a tiger striped rose, mainly because it was the only flower that I could think of, but it's harder than it looks. The white has turned pink and everything is mixing where it shouldn't. You know what? Screw it.
I started erratically dabbing the white paint all over the painting. She continued painting as I stuck to my dabbing idea. I then went to red and alternated back and forth to keep it more or less even looking. The flower kinda looks like it was exploding. Hopefully that’s a good thing.
Half hour later and my adrenaline was pumping. Five seconds on the clock and I was perfecting my masterpiece. I was painting like a madman while Giovanna still looked calm. How could she be so calm?BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Times up,” she said.
I put the brush down at the same time she did. Our easels were facing each other so we couldn’t see each other’s paintings.
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An Imperfect Beauty and Her Beast
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