Opposites Attract

Not prefect but okay

Stepping into my room
I pull out a blank canvas
And stare
I haven't painted in so long
I remember when father was still with us
He taught me how to paint
To the correct brushes
To the strokes
How to mix the colors
Of to paint
Staring at the blank canvas
It describes my mind
Empty
Nothing
Blank
"Whatcha doing" a low husky voice ringing through my head
I turn around to meet icy waters
"Blake"
"Hey Nerd"
"Hey, just because my IQ is wayyyy higher than yours does not make me a nerd" I huff
"What ever you you say"
He looks at the blank canvas
"What is that for" he ask pointing at the canvas
"So I can paint you idiot"
"I don't see any paint so far"
"It's because I haven't thought of anything" I smack him in the back of the head
"Ouch"
"Are you going to help me or what" I say
"Nope"
"Then go!" Pushing him towards the door
I failed
He won't budge
Jeez how much does he weigh
"Hahaha you sure are weak" he laughs
Without thinking I punch him in the ribs
Hearing a crack
I smile
"HEY"
I smile
"That hurt you know"
"What I thought I was weak" I put on a innocent face
"Shut up and get me some bandages"
"Fine" I roll me eyes
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After bandaging Blake
We sit in the room and just chat
He kept on looking a me
Isn't that weird
I got the feeling that he liked me
I am probably just delusional
Shaking my head I look back at the canvas
"You know, sometimes I find it best just to find something that inspires you or something that matters to you, paint that" he says
"Who knew you could be so wise"
"I am a writer"
"You are!!"
He nods and starts blushing
"Its not something to be embarrassed about" i say
"I think its cool" i smile
"Really"
"Yeah, sometimes i feel like everyone should have something that is important to them. And you sharing that with me, makes me feel a lot better, thanks" i say honestly
"Thanks Mel, not many people know i write, thanks for not judging me" he smiles
I feel my cheeks hurt from smiling so much
Blake stands up
"I gotta go, but remember sometimes don't think so hard, not everything has to be prefect just paint what you feel" he says leaving
Once i am alone
I know what to paint
Grabbing my brushes that i haven't touched in years
I start to paint
When the first stroke touches the canvas
I smile
I know everything will be okay
Not prefect but okay

I am back!!!!
Sorry its short.
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