Bad habits

8

I walked down the hall after the last bell had rang. I walked into the art room and turned on the lights. I dropped my bag on the floor, swiftly making my way towards the paint, brushes, and water cups. I always loved painting after a long day, it was reliving.

I dipped the brush into the paint and started painting "what are you doing here?" I turned to look at the door

"Painting" I shrugged looking back at the canvas

"Why?" Sam asked standing behind me

"It's fun and relaxing" I dropped the brush and looked at him

"You don't look like an artist" he shook his head

"And why is that?" I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him

"Because" he leaned closer to me and wrapped his arm towards the canvas "there" he grinned wiping paint across my face

"Samuel!" I laughed as my jaw dropped

"Opps" he shrugged turning around and walking away

"Why are you here?!" I yelled

"Detention" he shrugged

"Sam" I laughed "stop getting in trouble"

"What's the fun in that?" he grabbed a rag and started cleaning the brushes

"Let me help" I walked over to the sink and grabbed another rag helping him wipe the brushes down "and the fun is being able to spend time with your friends"

"I don't have friends. And the ones I do have only need me to buy them drugs and shit" I looked over at him and for once saw pain on his face

"Well I'm your friend" I nudged him

"Yeah....you are" he smiled looking down at me "but bad example cause your helping me"

"You're right, I'm helping a criminal" I joked splashing water at him

"I'm not a criminal just a badass" he laughed flinging water back at me

"If that's what you think" I rolled me eyes

"What you don't believe me" he laughed grabbing the paint

"Sam..." I raised my eye brow looking at him "whatcha doing?"

"Oh just proving I'm a badass" he winked pouring he paint on his hands then rubbed them together "come here"

"No" I laughed running towards the door

"Now now" he laughed wrapping his arms around me

"Sam" I laughed as my back was pressed to his chest and my feet left the ground "you ruined my shirt"

"I mean we can take it off, if that's a problem" he winked pulling at my now painted t-shirt

"Nice try Boggs" I laughed wiping paint on his nose

"Rose" he laughed trying to wipe it off

"Now you look like an artist" I teased walking towards the sink again "oh and Sam" I turned around and put my handprint on the front of him shirt

"Damn you ruined my shirt, now I have to take it off" he winked nd pulled the t-shirt over his head. His body was most definitely carved my angels.

"Sam, get dressed" I laughed throwing an old art t-shirt at him

"You like it" he winked

"Oh my gosh Sam" I laughed closing me eyes

"You're good" he laughed pulling my hands from my eyes

"What time is it?" I panicked

"Like 5, why?" he looked at the clock

"Crap! I'm late for Kianna recital!" I yelled grabbing my bag and pushing through the doors

"Let me take you!" Sam yelled after me

"What about detention?"

"I have plenary of them don't worry" he smiled leading me to his car