Waterline

Error of Scheduling

PJ spent the whole day cleaning the workroom. It was in desperate need to be cleaned. The room wasn't the cleanest but it was better than nothing. PJ was pleased with himself to see the final product. Penelope walked in with a glass of lemonade in her hands. "Wow, this room got an improvement," she complimented. PJ nods, still proud of himself. "Is that for me?" He asked, pointing to the lemonade. Penelope pulled her cup away from him. "No it's mine, but I made a pitcher of it in the kitchen," she told him.

PJ was sitting at the kitchen, enjoying his glass of lemonade. He was also watching TV but nothing interesting was on. It did give him a quiet moment to recap on everything that has happened. After the funeral, PJ had a lot of free time while his friends were all busy with other work. It felt strange but he was able to find time to play guitar and look through fan mail. He got a lot of heartfelt notes and drawings, he even got a box full of old records. PJ loved them.

Then how could PJ forget the questions? Like the one questioning his Albinism. That answer had a lot about biology and the allele table. He'd rather not get too in-depth about. A lot were asking if he was single, PJ wished he could lie but he couldn't. Fangirls are wild. Those thoughts made PJ feel better after dealing with so much the past week. Worrying about the life of his friends and mourning the death of an old friend. It was tough but PJ was able to fight through it. Thanks to his bad, he was able to keep his mind occupied.

"Is something bothering you?" Penelope cocked her head at PJ. It was rare for her to see him in that state. "I was just thinking," he looked up at her.
"What about?" Penelope sat in the stool next to him.
"Random stuff, that's it," he told her. It wasn't anything too important so he didn't go into too much detail.
Penelope lightly frowned as she stared at the TV, "alright..."

"Well, I should go," Pj stood up from his stool. He walked around the kitchen counter and into the living room. On the couch he found his Yorkshire Terrier, Scooter, sleeping. PJ reach his hand down to stroke him. That made Scooter jump up and look back at PJ. His tail began to wag as he tried to jump on PJ. He laughed in response and picked up Scooter. "I almost forgot, I'm performing Saturday night and picked up some extra tickets for you and Mae," PJ said. He held Scooter in one hand and used his other hand to dig into his pocket. Then he pulled out two wrinkled tickets. He set them on the counter.

"Oh, thanks," Penelope smiled.
"I should go but I do hope you come," PJ told her.
"I'll make sure we go," she answered.
PJ smiled brightly as he walked out the door. Penelope watched as he left and gave a sigh.

Darrel parked his truck in front of Libby's garage. He walked on the sidewalk up to the front door. Then rang the doorbell, the noise had a faintly sound from the outside. It didn't take long for Libby to answer the door. Libby smiled and said, "I thought you weren't going to show up."
"It was about an hour ago that you were in the Swirl Station," Darrel told her.
"Well, you made me wait," Libby countered. She then clapped her hands together and ushered Darrel in her house. On the table, were the supplies that Libby bought for her project. Darrel was beginning to think that this would be a bad idea. He was no artist, he can't paint and make things look good. He was more good at precision and doing things perfectly. Still, that could be useful for this project.

Libby grabbed her purse and took out two rectangular packages. "I wasn't sure what photos I was going to use so I developed all of them," she told him with a chuckle. Minutes later Libby pulled out a few more packs and tossed them on the table. Darrel sat at the circular table opening each of the packages. He didn't get a thorough look at all of the photos. "How does your camera have enough memory for all these photos?" He asked her.
"These came from three of my cameras," Libby did a small laugh. Darrel adored that laugh more than anything else. He wanted her to always be happy and laughing no matter who she was with.

Libby set her purse on the counter then she sat on the table adjacent from Darrel. "Do you have any idea on how to do this?" Libby asked as she picked up the picture frame. She started to peel off the price tag. "This is too many photos for that picture frame," Darrel told her.
Libby looked up at him as she frowned. "Is it? Gosh, why am I like this? Sorry, I'm not so bright," Libby apologized.

Darrel instantly realized the error of his ways and became furious with himself. He clenched his fist, digging his nails into his palm. Libby looked at all the stuff that she bought. Then her eyes turned to the stove that provided the time. "The cheap store should still be open, right?" She asked. Darrel was distracted by his thoughts that he jerked his head up. Then he glanced at the clock. It was only 8, the store should still be open. "It should be," he answered her. "That's good, could you drive us there?" Libby asked him.

Darrel stared at her with confusion before getting up from the chair. "What do you need from there?" He asked Libby.
"We are going to make more picture frames for all of our friends. In order to do that we need more supplies," Libby lightly giggled at his cluelessness. She put on her jacket then swung her purse over her shoulder. "What about your plans for earlier?" Darrel questioned her. It was peculiar for someone to change their schedule and do something ransoms. He wasn't used to it. Darrel didn't hate it, he became more fascinated by it. Was this the reason that he was so drawn to Libby?

"Sometimes you just have to wing it," Libby shrugged as she heads out the door. Darrel didn't say anymore as he followed her out of the house.

The store wasn't going to close anytime soon. It was perfect for them to look around and create ideas. Libby grabbed a shopping cart then pushed it in an aisle. She went straight for the picture frames. Libby didn't hesitate to pull down a bunch of picture frames and put them in the cart. "Now we need to buy stuff to decorate than with," Libby told him.
"Like what?" Darrel asked her.
"Anything! Paint, glitter, tape and more can work," she said.
"Alright, but I'm going to help you pay," Darrel didn't want to make Libby feel robbed. He wanted to get enough stuff for each of the frames but didn't know the proper amount.
"Deal!" Libby answered him.

The next aisle that the duo went to was the spot that had many art supplies. It was an artists dream, but Darrel wasn't an artist. He still felt excited about getting art supplies. Darrel found many racks filled with a pint of paint. That would be a good start. He picked out the three primary colors and bought extras. Those include black, white and the ones that glow in the dark. Darrel glanced at the other end of the aisle to see his Libby was doing. She was holding construction paper and comparing the size to the picture frame. Darrel quickly looked away to keep himself from getting distracted by her.

It took Darrel little time to find the art stuff that he found suitable. There were a lot of markers, then paint brushes, large glitter, and tape with cute designs. Libby also found items to decorate the picture frames with. She got more bizarre items. It included artificial flowers, thread, and post-it-notes. Darrel didn't judge since Libby was the one with the creative mind. She knows what she is going for.

"Are you ready to check out?" Libby asked as she pushed the cart to the cashier's counter. "Yeah," Darrel said, then he quickly rummages through his pocket to get his wallet. There wasn't much in his wallet but hoped that it will cover a good portion of the stuff he bought. Darrel handed her the money as Libby smiled brightly. "Can you drive the truck close to here so we can put all this stuff in the trunk?" She asked him. Darrel lost his words for a second as he nods.

Starting the truck, he backed up from his parking spot. He then drove in front of the store's entrance and waited. It didn't take too long for Libby to walk out with her cart filled with bags. Darrel got out of his truck to help Libby. But she was capable to do it by herself. Darrel wasn't too much help as he put only one bag in the trunk. Libby let out a jolly sigh before looking up at Darrel.

"I didn't expect us to be out this late," she told him. Darrel lightly chuckled, he tried to ease himself around her.
"If you are too tired, you can drop me off and then you can go home," she told him.
"N-no, I'm good. I can stay and start working on this with you," Darrel assures her.
"Aw, you're the best! Let's go!" Libby cheered. She walked around the truck then got to the driver's seat. Darrel lightly smiles to himself as he got into the driver's seat. He did get a good chance to be around her and do stuff together. Darrel also accomplished on trying to act natural around Libby. As he looked back, he got embarrassed over the small things he did wrong. Now all he has to do is not make Libby not feel outcasted when he is with there group. All he has to do is improve.