I'd rather be me and you

The Part Where She Should Stop

This week could well be known as one of the worst weeks of my life. It's safe to say that if Damian hadn't been there, I wouldn't be around to write this.

The start to the week was innocent enough. Now Cady was a plastic, she hung out with Karen and Gretchen and would spend less time with me and Damian. I don't like to say I was jealous, but I kinda was. Cady was supposed to be our friend and she was acting like a real plastic. Gone was the jungle freak we knew and loved.

By this point we had already gone too far though, there was no way to stop her from changing, not one that I could see anyway.

"Should I wear this waistcoat or just the hat?" Damian asked me as I continued to paint the portrait of him. He was wearing one of the old show choir jackets and a straw hat which I was pretty sure he had found in the props bucket a his theatre group.
"Damian honestly it doesn't matter. I'm almost done now anyway." I replied, a small smile creeping it's way onto my face as the school intercom dinged and the principal began speaking.
"I'd like to wish Junior Janis Sarkisian the best of luck as a finalist in the rec centres art competition. Go tigers! Even for art!" Mr Duvall said.
I couldn't help but grin bashfully at Damian as he pumped his fists chanting 'Art. Art. Art.' From his position on the stall next to my easel.
The peice I had entered in the competition was one of me Damian and Cady, it had taken me months to complete and was one of my best ones yet.

In my excitement I missed whatever it was Duvall said about the spring fling theme but considering the miffed look on Damians face it was safe to assume there would be no circus under the sea. "The nominees for spring fling king and queen are in. For king we have Shane Oman, Glen Coco and Aaron Samuels."
"How very." Damian muttered, his eyebrows raising.
"And for queen we have Karen Smith, Gretchen Weiners, Regina George and Cady Heron." Then the speaker system went dead.
"Damian did you put Caddie in?" I asked as Damian looked at me with an equally as surprised expression.
"No! I would never. I actually wanted a chance this year." He huffed, crossing his arms and glaring playfully at me.
That was when Cady rushed in.

"Damian did you enter me?" She cried as she came to a stop next to him and began stroking Obi only to be distracted by her phone.
"No. Never as co-chair of the students activities board I could never tamper with a poll." Damian answered, giving Obi the attention Cady had failed to give him.
"So I'm actually entered?" Cadys face went soft for a moment.
I couldn't help but turn to Damian and pull a sappy face, "Or maybe it's the Russians." I teased not taking my eyes off the canvas infront of me.
"Janis." Cady moaned her eyes still on her phone, "Uuugggghhhh I've texted Aaron five times and he hasn't replied, why is he ignoring me?"
"I don't know but I wish you'd keep talking about it." Damian said with a cheeky smile and doeful eyes.
Cady smacked him playfully and walked closer to us.

"Hey do you need a ride this weekend? Damians gonna borrow his grandma's Jazzy." I asked, wrapping my arms around Damians neck and resting my chin on his head.
"What?" Cady said, her confused look back at it again.
"A jazzy, it's like a motorized scooter." Damian explained, rubbing my arms as if he was trying to warm me up.
Cady shook her head, a smile on her lips, "No what's this weekend?"
"My art show..." I answered, nervous butterflies building in my stomach, "Didn't you just here Mr Duvall talking about it?"
Cadys face deflated and she looked upset, "Wait that's this weekend?" She whinned as both me and Damian nodded, "Oh I can't. I have to go to this thing in Madison. I'm really sorry Janis." I would have believed her apology if she hadn't started posing for a picture straight after.

"Yeah. You seem really beat up about it." I deadpanned, pulling away from Damian and going back to my painting, trying to ignore the sick feeling growing in my stomach.
"Well I have to post something about the nomination. Oh and then I could tag Aaron and one of you could comment that we should go together-"
Damian tugged the phone out of Cadys hand and held it above his head so she couldn't reach it, "No Cady. I'm sorry but you need to stop." He cried in concern, "I did a paper on this once, our prefrontal cortexes aren't fully formed untill were 25. It's why were not aloud to rent cars, cause we will wreck them to make a cool boomerang. You my friend are making bad decisions and as your best friends it's our job to clean up your messes. So if you could kindly Stop. I'd be very thankful."
Cady snatched her phone back and stuck her toung out at him, "I am not making bad decisions." She argued.

Damian hooked his hat onto the top of my easel and turned to her, "Okay. Ironically I have to scare you straight," he said ignoring my snigger, "Because this should not be how we roll. There is a price to the ideas you're getting Cads. You have to actually think before you act. I don't need another Janis to take care of."
I flicked paint at him laughing, "Um, excuse you?"
"You have no impulse control and it's scary, you can't be and do everything that's not how the world works, just stop." Damian tapped Cadys nose and sat on the spinny stool in the middle of the room.
"Cady we all make bad decisions," I added, wrapping my arms around the smaller girls waist, "Damian tell her about Phillip."
"No." He gasped dramatically.
"Yes." I deadpanned.
"Okay."
"Thank you."

"At arts camp we did a version of beauty and the beast where I was Lumier and the boy who played the beast, Phillip, well we had a fling."
Cady gasped, laughing slightly as we both oooohhhed at him teasingly.
"But then for his second show, he was paired with this girl. It was anything goes, I think, and they had to kiss every night. It just killed me. So I started trolling and dissing her acting skills on social media." Damian face was bright red, I remember when he told me this story he had cried a little, feeling so stupid for reacting the way he did, "So basically, you'd never have guessed, the girl was Phillips sister."
I felt Cadys jaw drop and sniggered into her hair, trying to not be so outright about it because I didn't want to upset Damian.
"And now he won't talk to me. And he won't accept my edible arrangements." Damian huffed finally, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the floor.
"You still send him edible arrangements?" I asked at the same time as Cady said, "Oh I've got to go." And vanished out if the door.

Damian stared in her wake, his eyes wide and his expression open, "Did she just leave whilst I was actively caring for her?"
I nodded, crossing my arms, "Seems that way Dame."
He shook his head determinedly, "Oh no way, Caddie Marie Heron get back here!" He called exiting the room after pressing a kiss to my hair.
I stared at Obi for a moment, "I am amazed he hasn't given up yet." I muttered, heading towards the sink to wash up my palette and brush.