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"Em, I don't know what I'm doing" the boy complains. I chuckle, looking up from my notebook that sits in my lap. There is a faint paint streak that sits across his forehead in the color pink. He has the goofiest smile on his face and he looks so much in his moment. I've never seen him like this before, it has always been more chilled, laid back. I've never seen this look on his face and honestly, it looks great on him.

"What the hell" I find myself laughing harder. I set the notebook to the side of the bed and I stand up, walking over the small space to him. On the canvas, he has a small color or pink and orange, pink along the top and orange along the bottom.

"What are you doing?"

"painting like you said" he smiles.

"What if I can ask"

"The sunset. I see people do them all the time"

I chuckle, slightly shaking my head. I roll up the sleeves of my hoodie. I eye up the weird blobs of color then looking back at the boy. He still had the biggest smile on his face, like the ones where you are in a good mood but you don't know why kind of vibe. I suited him well if I being honest. He looks good when he is happy. 

What the hell em, eww. He doesn't look good, that is that. 

"Give me your hand dufus" I slightly shake my head back and forth. He gasp, placing his hand over where his heart was.

"Take it back"

"No, give me your hand" I chuckle at him, he lets out a little laughing before handing me his hands. They were awfully cold but I didn't want to comment on it. I turned my body away from him, picking up a big paint brush from my holder, then turning back to him. I place the paint brush in his hand and close his hand on it. 

"First of, you're using the wrong brush. Yes you could do something like that with a smaller brush but you suck and can't." I let out a small giggle. I sound I never heard out of me but this time just seemed like the right time I guess? "Anyways, me saying that, a bigger brush would work wonders. You also suck at holding the brush and you aren't moving the strokes correctly or using the color in the right spaces, therefore; creating your problem." 

After I was done rambling, I finally meet his eyes. They were already looking on me, the soft smile that was there was now fading into a almost stunned expression but he quickly recovers but doesn't say anything. His eyes are still on me. I was studying his features. He looks like he was studying the words I just said, he looked concentrated .I don't know why, he didn't seem excited about the whole painting thing anyways. He's odd.

"Okay dumbass, show me" He smiles. I roll my eyes before placing my hand over the brush, thinking nothing of it. His hand was under mine as I slowly move the brush onto the canvas. The colors were already mixed so I decide to just smear them together, but in the end, they would look like it was meant that way. 

I slowly start to move the brush up and down the canvas, the know known silence filling my ears.Timed seemed to slow down for a moment as the brush and out hands moved up and down, smearing the paint that was underneath. I stop my moments, bring my eyes from the canvas to the boy, once again. 

His eyes were glued to the paintbrush and our hands that I have still yet to move. His eyes then travel up my arm and stop at mine. He had a sparkle in his eyes, the only ones you see when something good happened to someone or when someone was just overall happy. Maybe it was from the moon light seeping through the little window above him or maybe it was just him but you could read him like an open book. It was like I could flip thru every chapter reading him. His eyes told me, who he was. I don't know if that was something that scared me or something that excited me. He was full of life, even if he chose to deny it. Looking at him, right now, made everything disapper. You couldn't help but notice the small little glimpse grey specks he has in his eyes or how is eyes are like ice. My eyes got lost in his, time was stopped and for the first time in awhile, I had a feeling of something other than hate. I didn't know what it was or where it came from but I can't seem to pin point what it was. It was different that was for sure. 

As we snap back into the reality of where we are, I can't help notice how close we are. If one of us were to move any closer, our lips were to meet. That alone sent shivers down my spine. It's not like he wasn't a good kisser, he was, is was just a reaction. Anyone kissing me at all, especially him .

He shakes his head quickly. He looks like he trying to get something out of his head but I don't have the gut to even ask. He shots me another goofy smile. He put on a mask and now we are back to happy Ja. "Thank you." He mumbled. His voice was still still and cold. He was thinking but he didn't look like it. 

I don't know what just happened but it's weird and I don't like it. His eyes are like ice, they definitely freak my out but I don't know why. This whole situation seems off but yet again, I can't place my finger on it. I simply nod before removing my hand off of his and swiftly walking back over to my bed. I brought my head right back into the project, ignoring the boys glares from the other side of my small room, which now felt huge. odd.

a/n- sorry this took forever to get up.