Oreo

Chapter 46: Home

A/N: For once I didn't post at midnight, wow
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Romeo's POV~

It was third period on Wednesday and both Abel and I were finally done painting our movie poster.  I sighed in content, overlooking the still drying piece.  I had never watercolored before aside from stupid things I made as a child, so of course he had shown me some tricks before we actually started on the real thing.  Mr. Roberts helped a little as well in that catagory.

"That was fun," Abel stated with a small smile, also admiring our teamwork.  "Great idea for making the planet's curve so smooth."

"Thanks..." I replied in a small voice.  "You did better blending than I did, though.  And you're way better at drawing than me."

He just shrugged.  "Practice makes perfect.  Not that I am, but you could learn.  It's easy once you get the hang of it."

Stars immediately went off in my head and I turned towards him.  "Could you do me a favor?"

He looked at me, quirking an eyebrow.  "What kind of favor?"

"Could I commision you to make drawings of some of the characters in my book?  And maybe with the art for a new cover?"

My friend looked taken aback by my queery, but then laughed a little.  "Really?  Are you sure you want me to?"

I deadpanned.  "If I didn't, why would I ask?"

He just smiled and shrugged.  "Sure.  Why not."

Yessss.  "How much would it cost for... five character designs and a cover?" I said.

Abel then pressed his lips together in thought.  "Mmh... I dunno off the top of my head.  I'll tell you when we get to it though.  You can get a friend-discount."

"Thank yooouuu~."

"No problem."

"Another question.  It's been eating at me for a while."

"What's that?"

"Do you speak Japanese?  Because I really want to learn Japanese - not just because anime - and it's really hard to find a way to learn it."

Abel chuckled.  "So you think just because my brother lives in Japan and I'm half, that I speak it?"

I didn't say anything, refusing to be wrong.

"Well, that's too bad.  Because I do.  But it'll cost you."

I wrinkled my nose at him.  "Fine.  When are you free?"

Orion's POV~

"T, are you one hundred percent positive that they are out?" I questioned wearily.  We stood at the front door of our parents' big fancy estate as she unlocked it for us to go in - only after she cleverly covered up the security cams that would give evidence to my entry.  It was my first time back in three months, but that time felt like three years. 

"One hundred fifty percent, dear brother." T assured me, opening one of the double doors and holding it open for me with a dramatic motion. 

Rolling my eyes, I walked inside and she followed, closing the door.  The place look no different from when I left, but then again they were never much for change.  And it showed. 

The walls were panelled in a deep brown, glossy wood material and the floor to the main hall in polished mosaic.  Expensive paintings adorned the walls, the taxidermy head of an elk visibly mounted in the livingroom through a wide archway.  Some priceless artifacts were put up on display alongside some needless statues and insignifigant trophies and awards.