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xxii. it's a hot mess

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

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"I didn't know painting could be so messy." Mitchell says as he wipes his forehead with one of his hands. I don't say anything, my eyes are too focused on his painting that stands in front of me. It's horrible, it's a hot mess and there's no other way to describe it. We're both covered in paint, Mitchell more so as I since I've been painting for years "did I do well?." Mitchell asks.

Lie or don't lie? That is the question "it's-." I begin "it's very visual." I say, after trying to find the words. There's a lot of colour that really makes the painting stand out, but it looks like it's done by a toddler. Well, painting isn't for everyone. Before Mitchell can say anything, the door slides opens and out walks Athena with a tray in her hands.

"Woah, who killed the Teletubbies?." Athena asks, looking wide eyed at Mitchell's painting. A snort escapes my mouth since I was trying to hold in my laughter "I-I'm sorry that just come out." Athena says after a while of silence.

"I missed the old days when I was an only child." Mitchell mumbles.

"I-I just come to give you guys the snacks mum made." Athena informs us as she places the tray she carries on the small table behind us. She then stands up straight "I'll leave you guys alone." She tells us and darts away, leaving us alone. With a confused expression on my face, I look to Mitchell to ask why she left so abruptly and roll my eyes again when I see him glaring at where she once was. I've been rolling my eyes a lot today.

"Leave your sister alone, she was just telling the truth." I say, defending his little sister.

Mitchell turns to me with an offended look "so you're saying it's bad?." He asks.

I shrug "not everyone is good at everything they do." I tell him, trying to avoid his question.

"Why did you come over then If you knew that I was going to suck at painting." Mitchell retorts as he begins to untie the apron around his waist. Honesty, I didn't think Mitchell would be bad at painting. I didn't know any of his talents, but now I know that painting isn't one of them.

"I didn't think you'd suck at it, I guess I just wanted to do something together." I tell him.

A smirk replaces the frown on his face "and you said you couldn't get enough of me?." He asks and I roll my eyes, I'm surprised my eyes haven't rolled into the back of my head from how much I'm rolling them. I should of lied, if I'm being honest than Mitchell is sure to open himself up to me right? "Why painting though?." Mitchell questions after a few silent moments.

I sigh "because it's something I enjoy." I tell him "but if you don't like it than maybe next time we should do something you enjoy." I say. Honestly, I didn't want to tell him straight up that I did this so I could allow him to get to know me, so that way he'll trust me enough to allow me to get to know him which is why I used an annoyed tone. In my head, I still hate him and will continue to do so unless he proves to me that he isn't a bad of a person as I thought.

Mitchell snorts "there'll be a next time?."

"Not with that attitude there won't be." I retort.

For the first time after our painting session is done, I look at the painting I did. On the canvas is a painting of a silhouette who has black hair and has a question mark on his blurry face. Looking over the blurry faced painting, I notice that the silhouette is similar to the boy who stands next to me. I'm guessing the question mark is representing my thoughts about who Mitchell Preston really is.

I thought I knew who Mitchell Preston was, but I'm proven wrong.

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This is just a filter chapter which is why it's so short, but don't forget to vote, comment or share if you're enjoying the story so far! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Love, Taylor.