Aivie
After I cleaned my shirt, I went back to the basement.
Leo had his back facing me, trying to fix his painting.
In the midst of our paint war, we had destroyed Leo's painting.
"Leo! I'm so sorry about your painting." I said.
Leo turned slowly and I saw the look on his face.
The look of mad.
The look of pure anger.
The look that put me in shock.
The look that absolutely broke me to pieces.
Leo started raging. "I can't believe you! This was all your fucking fault! This was actually one of my good paintings."
I stepped back, still in shock. Still broken to pieces.
Then he said something that shattered my already broken pieces.
"I hate you."
Normally when people say they hate each other they mean it as a joke.
Sometimes when Leo and I are joking around we say we hate each other but we don't mean it literally. But this time, I knew he actually meant it like literally. I wished I'd never thrown paint back.
Too late. I felt rage coming on.
"You know what Leo? I don't care. Hate me all you want. But I didn't mean to splatter any paint on your amazing painting. I didn't even know it was my fault. I mean you started the paint war. So whatever. Hate me. I don't fucking care." I said, storming away.
I felt Leo break behind me. That's because we had a connection.
I mean most best friends who have been there through everything have a strong connection like mine and Leo's.
I knew he felt me break when he started blaming me.
But he still told me he hated me.
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