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Chapter 12

I heard the faint footsteps of Jaden's shoes walking down the wooden stairs. My head snaps in the direction of my phone, it reads 5:55, almost 6 o'clock. Shit.

I watch as his face appears in the doorway, a sort of frown upon his lip, and anger is laced in his eyes. Someone or something pissed him off, like badly. He kicks his shoes off before throwing himself on my bed, the target bag falling to the side of the bed. He just lays there almost lifeless in away. I slightly laugh before turning back to my canvas, adding a streak of blue to the earth. 

"People are fucking selfish" I hear the boy mumble, I turn my head back over to him and his chin rest on his hands and his eyes are on me. I don't respond. I just look at him, ignoring the small smile that wants to form on my face. 

"Like who's like, 'lets go to the dance' then fucking bails because they found someone better. It's so selfish and just uses people dude"

I let him finish before I burst out laughing. 

"Emilia, this isn't funny," he whines. I just shake my head as my laughter begins to die down. 

"Did the poor popular boy get his heartbroken?"  I question. He scoffs before getting up and slamming the bathroom door, locking himself in it. I shake my head before adding brown a mix to the stand of the globe.

A few minutes later, I've heard nothing from anyone, yet again I wasn't really paying attention. I grab my white rag, wiping off my hands and throwing back on the small table. I slightly turn around to see the tall boy near my dresser, looking at picture frames that sit all across the small surface. 

"Dude, don't touch those" I snap, getting up from my seat and snatching the small frame that has a small little family in it. A mom, and loving dad and two little girls. One with jet black hair and one with blonde hair and goroues blue eyes. He takes it upon himself to snatch the picture frame back and he start looking at it again. 

"Why do you have random people in a picture frame?" he ask. I roll my eyes, reaching out to snatch it back before he holds it above his head.

"because. Who said you could just look at things whenever you want?" I scoff, grabbing his wrist and attempting to grab it back. He places his hand around my wrist, hold it so I couldn't reach above his head. 

"They weren't here the other day" 

"You're right, they weren't so leave them alone" 

"how about no" A devilish smirk appears on his face, his eyes are no longer laced with anger but now, more with goofiness, bipolar ass. I let out a small huff before snatching my hands back from in then crossing them so they sit near my chest. My eyes are fixed on his and he has this look, I really can't read it.

"You're not fooling me love" he chuckles, bring the picture frame down to the surface and setting it down before picking up another on.

"Who are these people?" He points to the two parents in the picture, then the little girl that sits on her dad's shoulders. I just shrug, not letting my anger seep through. If he knows I'm mad, he will just annoy me more. 

He boops my nose before putting the picture frame back and walks towards the opposite side of the room. "Are you high or something?" I snarl.

"no?"

"Well you're acting two and you just fucking booped my nose like a child" 

"Grow up and deal with it" he challenges. I let out a long hard breath before walk back over to the painting I was working on and I sit down, taking a blop if green paint this time and I start outlining the figure in the picture. 

"OOOO" he basically yells, "YOU GOT SOMEONES NUMBER?"

I snap my head in his direction for what seems like the 5th time today. He holds my phone in his hand and he shows me lily's contact. I don't answer him, I simply turn back around and I continue what I was doing. I didn't mind him on my phone. There wasn't anything on there worth hiding so I just ignored his actions of going threw it. I hear him mumble something before sitting on my bed, not saying another word for a while.  

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"it's been an hour, are you almost done with that? we have a project to work on" he complains. It caused me to jump, honestly I forgot he was there. I slightly nod before adding the last bit of paint on the earth and I place the wet canvas in a corner for it to dry. 

"thank god. I don't even know what you see in painting" he mumbles. I roll my eyes, wiping my hands on my shirt.

"It doesn't matter if you don't see it, all that matter is that I like it" I say back, he shaking his head, pulling out a notebook from his backpack.

"lame"

"Have you ever even painted before?" 

"no."

"Then stop judging it unless you try it" I laugh. Both of our 'moods' seem to have died down.

"Where could I possible do it Emilia, it's not like I have all this time on my hands to paint and it's messy"

"Aww, is poor jaden afraid to get messy." he shakes his head no before looking down. He starts going on about how painting is just a weird thing and it can't be fun. All and all, 5 minutes later he is still rambling about it so I do what I know he will hate.

I walk over to him, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. He just looks at me confused. I turn around and walk over to my chair, sitting him down in it and taking a blank canvas out of the plastic wrap and setting it on the easel.I hand him a paint brush and I hit the back of his head.

"Since you don't think it can be fun. Go at it" 

"What about the project?" he laughs. I shake me head before slapping him in the head again. He holds the back of his head and lightly laughs. I go back over to my bed, opening my laptop and I start working on it, small groans and mumbles coming out of his mouth every once and while. 

a/n- I will continue this chapter next chapter. It needs a small break in between so this was it so :)