Paid Boyfriend *Watty Awards 2012 Winner* (Editing)

Chapter 20: Unplanned Evening Date

Daniella Campbell

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Time flies so fast today, that's probably because I am enjoying myself with John.

It's already lunchtime, exactly 20 minutes before the clock strikes 12, but we don't have the appetite because after eating grandmother Jacques' cooking, I am very full.

We arrived in this somewhat abandoned looking place.

"Where are we?" I asked,

"My studio." He said,

"Really? It doesn't look like a studio to me.." I answered,

He glared at me and I know what I said might be a bit insulting in a way maybe?

We entered this studio of his and it looks like a labryinth.

Full of doors!

But unlike labryinths, the doors have labels on them so that you won't get confused, and unlike it, one room is only one room. It's not a series of rooms from just one door.

I held his hand because I was too afraid maybe I might get lost.

He stopped infront of a white door and he blindfolded me with his handkerchief.

When I went in, the room reeks of the smell of paint.

He took off the blindfold and I was standing in the middle of a spacious room.

The white walls were splattered with different colors of paint.

There's big blobs, small blobs, splatterings of a brush and unnecessary artistic marks everywhere.

It's like I stepped into the room of Picasso.

The awesome part? There's this gigantic sized paint brushes, pencils and paints. It's like thrice the size of me. You get the picture? It's like Art Attack.

There's canvas everywhere and frames enclosing artworks.

"You made all these?" I asked,

"Yes. Pretty impressive, huh." John proudly replied.

"Yeah." I nodded,

"What's that? Is that fried chicken?" I asked, pointing at one of John's pictures with somewhat like pink splatters and this royal blue colored chicken leg shaped image taking center stage.

He glared at me and I shrugged,

"It looks like fried chicken to me."

"You're just hungry." He said, messing up my hair,

"Shoot! John! No, you didn't!" I looked at myself and fixed my ever so beautiful hair on the full length mirror beside the gigantic pencil.

"Sorry, it's just that you're so cute!" He smiled,

I felt my cheeks turn pink so I looked away.

That's not true, Daniella.

You got the wrong idea.

There are many times he told Annie she is cute too.

More times than he said you're cute.

Don't get flustered, Daniella! Don't get carried away!

I'm literally shouting at myself in my mind.

John Williams

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She looks amazed but in the same time, sort of confused.

I pulled her to the side and made her sit on the very sheek couch in the shape of a swirl.