How Do You Love?

Concern

The room was silent and devoid of any noise. The robotic-thinking girl was present inside the room. Her mind turning the gears that felt rusted after what had occurred back then.

Her companion laid by her side. The usual bright and loud girl was eerily quiet. Oh, that was because she was day dreaming. Sweetie has been notoriously known for her day dreaming tendencies.

Fay blinked at the white canvas. She sat on a stool as she thought of ways to paint this blank canvas.

"Maybe you should, I dunno, paint a library or somethin'?" Sweetie mindlessly drawled on as she was currently sprawled on a couch, finally breaking out of her trance and laid her green eyes over at the still girl. Fay kept quiet as she eyed the canvas with the same blank look it gave her.

Sweetie, for a brief thought, snickered at how identical one could be to an inaminate object.

"Maybe I should give it like this..." Fay murmured to her companion. Her eyes and face telling her she was serious as her well practiced smile that Kyle secretly grew to hate was gone and only left a rapidly aging child in its place.

It took several seconds for Sweetie to get it but when she did, she gasped at the sudden pain her side conjured.

"Fa–Fay! I didn't ahaha, know you cou–could say those bwahahaha!!!" Sweetie laughed as she kicked her legs up in the air.

The silence in the room was broken, filled with the obnoxious laughter of the girl Fay would use to get intel on  Kyle's social life.

Fay only spared her a glance and looked back on the canvas. Her grip on the pencil tightened. Sweetie recovered from her laughing attack as she made herself comfortable on the couch that the Art teacher, so graciously, added into the room.

Sweetie pursed her lips at the rigid posture Fay took, she felt pity for the girl but knew if she voiced her pity to the girl. She would only flash her that same smile both her and Kyle secretly hate. "Hey Fay, y'know that project of yours isn't until two weeks from now" She called out to the girl.

Fay nodded in acknowledgement but strategically chose not to pay heed on her words. Sweetie sighed at her, really, this girl was worser than Taylor and that was more than enough.

She shivered and Fay knew, by memory, that she was recalling the instance where Taylor Juenyon had closed himself off and studied nonstop. Even Fay had to be a bit disturbed until it faded into nothing.

"Do you even have a theme?" Sweetie asked as she stood up and patted her fluffy skirt from the powder or, much worse, glitter. Her sock clad feet shuffled across the room as Fay gave a hum.

"They did, it was about something that would symbolize you. It could be more than one but it is needed for them to be connected in some ways. It was part of the criteria" Fay answered. Her plain tone vanished from the atmosphere. Almost becoming one with it.

Sweetie nodded.

"Well why don't you just draw whatever you think?" She added, hopefully it was helpful. Fay turned to her, interested at her friend's advice.

Seeing her friend's attention was on her, Sweetie began elaborating what she meant "Like, whatever comes into your mind. For example I thought of an ice cream and I'll draw it. Then I'll draw another one, let's say for example a snowman and give some meaning. It could be linked to a memory, a moment, or it could be directly linked to you" Fay seemed to nod.

Ultimately, she drew an image of a robot.

It didn't take an idiot to know why.

Sweetie sighed in exasperation at her friend's... Creativity.