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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ
ˏ 𓏧𓏲𓏲𓏲𓋒𓏲𓏲𓏲𓏲𓏧 ˎ
"I brought the food!" Sam yelled while she stepped into the room.
"Yes! I'm so hungry!" JJ placed Vanillo on the ground and the cat jumped on the teacher's desk.
The girl placed the bags at the cat's side, and JJ dragged one of the chairs so they could seat in front of each other like every day.
One month, they've spent working on the painting for a month, and still, Samantha refused to work alone without the living image of the boy in front of her. She also liked having JJ around, he made her laugh with every stupid joke he brought up or the way he talks to Vanillo as if complaining about her, but he was also cute, and fun to be around. Sometimes the Pogues came to drop or pick him up and so Sam was now familiarized with them, one time she even decided to hang out with them, aka, talking to JJ the entire day. Since then, there's not one day that goes by without the Pogues constantly teasing JJ before or after going with the girl.
Sam occasionally cursed herself for not listening to Mister Pierre's words, because, let's be honest; there is no way in hell that you can place two single and hormonal teenagers in the same room and expect them not to like each other in any way. What she didn't know, was that JJ little by little lost interest in any other girl he spotted at parties or school, he found them boring, plain, and pointless; but Samantha was nothing like that, she was hilarious, clever, and interesting.
"What do we have today?" JJ rubbed his hands.
"Sushi," the girl smiled as she took the little plastic trays out of the bags.
She separated the chopsticks and dipped the first slice in the soy sauce, Samantha heard a fume in front of her and saw a frustrated JJ fighting with his fingers trying to figure out how to use chopsticks, she giggled making him realize she was looking at him.
"Don't laugh at me, ok?" he blushed slightly.
"I'm not laughing at you, look it's really not that hard," she grabbed his hands and began to rearrange his fingers.
JJ felt almost numb by her touch but in a good way.
"Now, try to move it like a clamp," she showed how she did it.
JJ did it and scoffed happily.
"There you go,"
The blonde boy grabbed a slice and Vanillo bit it and rushed to a corner to eat it.
"Hey!" he complained and Sam winked at Vanillo, "Did you just wink at him?" he asked confused.
"Yeah, it's like a little language I have with him, whenever I wink at him it's usually after someone yells at him and it's my way of telling him that it's okay,"
"Oh, well whenever I wink it means a completely different thing," he joked with simplicity.
"Oh my god, you're disgusting!" Sam opened her mouth surprised.
JJ winked at her in response.
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The brushstroke painted the last hair at the side of JJ's face, when she picked it up, she stopped in astonishment.
"I did it," she whispered, "JJ," she turned to see him, "I fucking did it,"
"Wait, you mean-" he got up.
Samantha nodded. They ran towards each other JJ carried and spun her while she laughed, he then positioned her on the ground.
"I'm so proud of you!" he grabbed her face and looked at her eyes, "We have to celebrate it!"
"I know just the place," she pulled her oversized shirt off, "Change while I finish cleaning the studio," she grabbed the boy's backpack and threw it to him.
When he got out of the bathroom and she didn't hesitate to get out of the studio as fast as possible.
By the time they got to the fast-food restaurant Samantha's heart filled with warmth and her smile couldn't be wider. They then received the food and sat outside where her friend used to sit. The nostalgia in her kicked in as a rebel tear decided to leave her eyes; so many laughs, so many jokes, so many life-crisis talks happened in that very spot. Thay man was the father she never had and to lose him so abruptly obviously affected her more than anything else she ever faced, no one understood, no one was able to talk to her during the time she cried almost everyday.
The sun was setting with red and purple pigments that companioned him.
"He would be so proud of you," JJ bit a wing.
"What?" The girl chewed.
"Mr. Kurtis, he would be so proud of you, Picasso,"
"Thanks," Sam looked at JJ.
They finished the bucket, the salad, and the mashed potatoes faster than ever. The girl placed her head on JJ's shoulder still admiring the sky, he kissed her hair, then her forehead, and instinctively the bridge of her nose. Sam tilted her head up brushing her lips against his, hot breaths crashing against one another and so they closed their eyes. They kissed. It felt so pure, gentle, and soft that it made the world around them disappear.
"I like you, Sam," JJ recognized once they separated.
