Cheated [NaNoWriMo]

Midnight Day 3

Her radio plays quietly in the corner of her room as she paints. Since Roger insisted that she do the sculpture for Alfred's company, Angel hadn't had enough time to complete her painting.

She needs to finish it soon, or else she's going to go crazy. Angel has gone crazy from not finishing a painting before. It wasn't a good experience for those around her. Everyone was mad, and she was simply pissed off with everyone.

She lets out a groan of annoyance as she searches for her midnight blue paint. An tosses other colors aside on her search. When she finally finds it, her studio is a large mess with paint leaking out onto the floor. She picks up all the discarded paint tubes and puts them back in their assigned places.

She grabs her paper towel and wipes up the paint puddles as best she can. Her hard wood floor is already stained with dozens of paint colors. She bought extra of the flooring when she moved in, knowing this would be the case.

Every other year Roger and her pull up the stained flooring and replace it. After a day or two it's already getting stained. Roger gets annoyed, and she laughs at him, reminding him he needs to come back in a couple years.

Her brush comes into contact with the canvas once again as she begins painting the night sky in the background of Montreal.

Not long after, she finishes and smiles widely at the painting. All that's left now is to let it dry, get a new picture of it, and sell it. She believes she could get a pretty penny for this piece.

She goes on a search for her camera that somehow always finds a place on its own. Her loud searching must have woken up Roger, because the hallway light turns on and his angry shuffling can be heard approaching.

Angelina runs and hides in the nearest closet that she can find as the angry shuffling nears. She worries that he's mad at her, but after a toilet flushes and more angry shuffling passes, she exits her hiding spot.

Roger stands, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, staring at her. She gives him a shy smile as she closes the closet door.

"Why were you hiding?" he asks her suspiciously.

She gives a lazy shrug. "I thought you were mad at me." Angel runs a hand through her hair, messing it up further from her bed head.

"Why are you awake anyways? I was almost certain you were sleeping before I fell asleep," Roger states as he glances back at her queen sized bed. She shrugs. "Were you finishing your painting?" he asks tiredly. She nods shyly.

Roger points towards the bed and Angelina shuffles into her bedroom and crawls into her side of the bed.

"You can take of a picture of the completed painting tomorrow morning. Or I guess I should say in a few hours. Just go to sleep," he says with a yawn.

"You sounded like Jeff the Killer there for a second," Angel points out.

"You like creepypastas? Well whatever, I am capable of killing you. I'm not afraid to if I don't get ten hours of sleep tonight," Roger groans as he rolls onto his side facing away from Angel. She stays lying on her back for a while.

Once she hears Roger's faint snoring, she crawls out of bed again. Her search for her camera recommences.

Her footsteps are quieter than before as she shuffles around the house. The last spot she checks is her kitchen.

A shadow loams on the other side of her island and she flicks the light on. Roger stands there with two mugs of hot chocolate. In front of him, her camera sits on the counter.

"Were you looking for that?" Roger asks her. She nods as she picks it up. "I made you some hot chocolate. Come back when you're finished," Roger demands as he sets her mug on the counter where her camera was. "It is almost six am anyways, no reason to try and fall back asleep for half an hour."