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3/REAL LIFE

Ally

I had no idea what to paint. It was so hard to think through these things because artist's block rarely happened to me.

"Damn, what's wrong?" PJ asked as he noticed my frustration.

"I don't know what to paint!" I yelled through gritted teeth as I threw myself on the floor.
PJ smiled, posing. "Oh! Paint me like one of your french girls."

I rolled my eyes, "no dude, I ALWAYS draw pictures of you. It's too easy to draw you now."

PJ sulked, "Drawing and painting aren't the same things." he sobbed, crying fake tears. Suddenly I felt a light tap on my shoulder. "Why don't you paint a picture of me?" Felix asked. I shrugged. "I guess I could. What time is it anyways?" PJ checked his watch. "It's a little over 1:45"

My eyes widened, "Oh crap! I'm going to be late! I'm supposed to go shopping with Marzia today!"

I dropped my painting tools and rushed up the stairs, tripping over my own feet because of how fast I was.
I didn't even bother to shower as I decided to wear a jacket and pick up my purse. I looked okay anyways. The jacket was a good touch on my outfit that consisted of a t-shirt and jeans, along with a floral shoe.

My makeup was also on point as I just did them when I woke up which was a few hours ago. My smart thinking told me that if I did that, I wouldn't need to do it later.

I slid downstairs from the handrails. I saw Marzia sitting on PJ's couch and as soo and she saw me, she stopped scrolling on her phone and smiled.

"Let's gooooo!!"

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I started to drive my black car and pulled out of the driveway. At first it was complete awkward silence between us but when Marzia asked us where we were going, a conversation had started.

"Ally?" Marzia spoke.

I side-eyed her since i was driving, "yeah?"

She looked down to her shoes, Can I tell you something?" Mariza asked. I nodded.

"You know, that feeling when you don't love someone anymore -like you're falling out of love?"

"Yeah." I answered, not really sure if it was rhetorical or not. Marzia frowned.

"I don't think I love Felix anymore." She mumbled. I was shocked to say the least. They were so cute together.

"W-what?" 

For some odd reason, and for some reason that i wasn't proud of, I was kind of happy. I'm not sure why. 

Marzia sighed,  "I might break up with him tomorrow"

I shrugged, I had nothing to say. "Well, if you're really not happy. Then I think you should."

Marzia smirked. She looked at me mischievously which made me nervous. "Umm. What? Do I-do I have something on my face?" I asked. She still stared at me, with a smug look on her face. "You need a boyfriend."

I snorted. "NO way! I'm happy and single." Marzia's smug smile never left her face. "Are you though?"

I thought hard. Maybe it was time to get a boyfriend. I wasn't getting any younger. I was actually the same age as Marzia..but secretly in my head, I decided to that I needed change.

"Well- if you put it that-"

"You need a boyfriend." Marzia intervened, cutting me off.

"...Yeah..."