Who Am I To Say

Chapter Three - His Name Is Erin

When I woke up I found that someone was playing around with my nose. The boy had his arms wrapped tightly around me and was softly caressing my cheek.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, covering my eyes. The boy just laughed slightly, giggling like a five year old. "You are one weird girl." I peeked through my fingers to see the boy make a cheeky face, then I quickly shut them again. That just made him laugh more. "What are you doing here!?!?" I asked, but my mouth was covered so the words came out muffled. I don't think he understood what I was saying, so he just went on and on about how I fainted and how he heroically caught me in his arms. That's when I remembered.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scooted far away from him, and sat across from him clutching my knees to my chest. I sat there glaring at him for awhile, he glared back at me. I blinked, and he yelled, "Mwahahaha! I am victorious, you blinked first!" He pointed at me and laughed at his triumph. "Wait what?" I asked looking at him puzzled. He stared at me, "Huh? You mean you don't know what a staring contest is? Wow, I have my work cut out for me!" The boy scratched his head and started to murmur under his breath. I was so confused, but the boy just stood there like he did this sort of thing everyday.

I turned back to look at my eyeless painting. Curiously the boy looked over my shoulder at the painting. "That's me right?" He asked, and I just simply nodded my head in response. Wait why was I being shy, he was the one who invaded my turf. There's no way I'm putting up with this I need to fight for the pride of my club. "YOU!" I screamed, "SINCE YOU SO VERY RUDELY INTERRUPTED ME, I HAVE DECIDED, TO ATONE FOR YOUR SINS YOU SHALL BE MY MODEL!" My face flushed red as I said it but I didn't care. The boy was here and so I was going to use him to finish my masterpiece. When I proceeded to guide him towards a chair he didn't resist and in stead went along gladly. Once he sat down at the right angle he asked whether he was allowed to talk or not. I thought for a moment and decided he could, since I was only painting the eyes now. Pulling out red and white paint, I started to mix the eye colour. When I was ready to start I found the boy was  looking around the room, for some reason he found my messy club room interesting. "Hey YOU, stop moving so much!" I said sternly looking back down at my canvas. The boy pouted, "I have a name you know!" He stated grumpily, but I didn't pay him any mind. I just wanted to finish my painting and forget I ever met him. "Oh yeah, why don't you tell me then?" I said boldly, out lining the eyes in black, before starting on the red part. "The name's Erin Reid. The greatest mind known to man kind!" He shouted happily. Just to knock him off his high horse, I threw a paint brush at his face. It was pure luck that my aim was actually on target.

"That hurt!" Erin whined, rubbing the red bump my paint brush left on his forehead. "Good! That's what I wanted it to do!" I said back crossing my arms, "My name's Ebony. Ebony Brookes." I said looking down at my painting. This was a big step for me, since I never really got along with anyone, or talked to a person for as long as I have been talking to this guy. Erin' s eyes smiled at me, making this face I couldn't understand. Was he happy or something? Why would he be happy to meet someone like me? I tried not to ponder over it too much. After, all this would all come to an end as soon as this painting was finished. I put the first finishing touches on the left eye, carried my supplies to the sink, and placed the completed canvas on my personal drying rack.

This is the end.