My Dollfriend

Chapter IV

Okay, so like, good news or weird news... It doesn't matter since it's all news.

Weird news, since uploading part one of TMoC I hadn't slept besides naps...

Other news, ideas for Nick's story started flowing in now but all will be classified due to surprises. Hopefully, all will be great and whatever idea ends up being Nicky's girl is cool for him... Hell, I'm still a bit worried about here AND Arin's as well as the curious case of Stephen...

I just don't plan on making either "Mrs. Paws" or "Mrs. Tekko" in design yet so I can finish DIHY and get some pretty neat things out cause like... The ending I thought for this during that sleepless night I think is rather cute. It also caused the timeline of this series, to be extra funky cause like...

JOKES!!!

One's thing clear for Arin that I am willing to share. A most likely idea for his girl's name is Lucy. Yay or nay?

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Not gonna lie. Painting is cool. A class where the paint is the main thing. Interesting.

Paisley, Cole, and Arissa having the same class again...

Uncanny especially since playing with paint takes place on Tuesdays and Thursdays for both of them...

Lotus, this is not how college works and I'm very sure you know it... but whatever... This is fiction and you love fiction.

So Cole and Arissa were divided by some students (Paisley included as she suffocates Cole again) and each was told to paint something of their childhood. For now, the task was to paint how the painter would always paint, and then there will be a comparison between now and later.

Paisley... wasn't good with painting... She had just barely drawn her money bag and wasted a lot of paint...

Cole had chosen his father and pet snake named Syrup. It was well painted, but even the most impressive can use some room for improvement like shading.

The professor had commented on both, but when it came to Arissa's painting of home...

Her painting had dolls of all ages and whatnot at a tea party table with two people trying to look like dolls themselves. The walls had shelves with dolls in every condition under the sun, moon, and everything in-between as they all stared at the one who had painted the painting as green gloved hands held some tea.

The professor didn't comment on anything of Arissa's painting which made her feel bad. Cole took a look at her painting as well as Paisley who was forced to keep her distance because Cole wouldn't let her anywhere near Arissa.

"Oh my god," said Paisley as she held her paintbrush. "You need more color on your trashy ass."

I know what Paisley said was an insult, but I will admit... there's a lot of grey in the painting, but that's what to be expected from- OW!!! WHAT THE HELL!?! I WASN'T GOING TO SPOIL JACK SHIT, DAMMIT!!! Whatever!!!

Cole had grabbed Paisley's paintbrush and shoved it away.

"Regardless of how good or bad someone's art is," he said. "You don't paint over it!"

"But she needs more yellow and some pinks! Oh, and purples too!!"

"I saw yours and you need fewer colors on a simple bag of money!!!"

Arissa smirked as she examined her painting. A frown had occurred as she recalled why she painted this.

Once Paisley was taken care of, Cole took a second look at it. It was well painted with minor adjustments that it could use like blending and shading.

There was a lot of emotion that had been poured into the painting. Lots of fear and sorrow could be seen. Maybe a bit of a third feeling too? Cole wasn't too sure what it was...

It may have set a creepy feeling down his spine thinking he was the one sitting at The Table of Dolls, but...

"This is a good painting," he said as soon as he calmed himself down. He wasn't going to lie to himself in the slightest; because of the gloved hands and the light green that matched his favorite jacket, the painting was like a window to a world Cole wanted nothing to do with. "Yes, it's a bit creepy, but your line is amazing and the contrast I think is being used well. Why this... creepy tea party for your childhood painting though?"

"This was my childhood."

Cole was sure no parent in the world would do something like this, but he didn't want to be rude, so he just nodded and dismissed it in his head.

Time to face time with friends.

"There's no way that would be a child's past," said Joseph as he messed with a little ball with the word force on it. I guess you could say that Joseph had the force! I'll see myself to the door after this... "What parent would put their child in a creepy setting like that?"

"I could feel it in her painting that it was real, but surely it's not... Right?"

"Regardless of how my roommate looks at me, I had asked him the same question," said Stephen. "Well... I had asked him if he'd put gay people in a situation like that and he was surprised that something like that came out of my mouth. He never responded and I think it's because of shock."

"Unless AJ's parents have some screws loose, that can't be real," said Nick as he held some screws in his mouth. Heh heh, he's one to talk! I swear, I'm sitting right next to the door so I'll be out of your hair in a bit... "Parents are supposed to be good role models and such for their children."

"Maybe AJ is the nut case."

"I don't think so Arin," said Cole as he scratched the back of his neck. "If anything, she seemed troubled... Like, she had built a thick wall around herself and she won't let anyone in..."

"If that's the case, then she'll need someone to talk to," replied Arin. "Trust me. Talking to someone about it helps, but it's best not to force it out if her."

Cole nodded as he thought of sitting by Arissa more often. Surely she isn't a creepy doll herself, RIGHT?!?

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