Study Buddy

6. Good Boy

The two begin with finding some tape and retrieving a big set of paper from the art room. They unite the paper by using the tape, creating a sheet big enough for them to lie down on.

Before lying down and starting to draw one another, Mick and Sabrina work on the measurements for the circle and the square that was meant to be drawn surrounding their bodies.

"Are you allowed to use the auditorium this late." Mick asks, looking out into the empty audience.

"No, but Mr Pirelli let's me, since he knows that I am rehearsing and that I'm not letting anybody in..." She pauses. "...You being an exception."

"I'm honored." He says.

"Yeah, you just have to help me make sure that nothing is left behind on stage when we turn the lights off and go home."

Mick nods. "Of course."

"Rumor has it that Laurie Maxwell likes you." Sabrina says

Sabrina is incharge of drawing the square, while Mick moves around drawing the circle. The two come together now and then, It was difficult drawing at the same time, considering Sabrina's square was set to be drawn inside of Mick's circle.

"Laurie?" He frowns. "On the swim team?"

"Mhm." She nods.

"Why does she like me?"

Sabrina is slightly annoyed by the fact that he says it so obliviously.

"Please don't act like you don't know." She snaps.

"Know what?" Her sudden reaction makes him chuckle.

"The fact that you look like the live remake of every Disney prince there has ever been."

Mick neither frowns or chuckles, he just looks at Sabrina with surprise. "I do?" He says.

Her attention returns to the painting. "Yes and the drama club is reenacting sleeping beauty this fall, it's gonna have a dark twist to it about drug awareness in the family, you should really audition for the role of the prince."

Mick knows that It is with great sincerity that she says this. "Thanks but no thanks." He declines. "I don't do stages or big audiences."

"Stage fright?"

"No, dyslexia."

"Oh cool, my uncle has that!" She smiles.

Mick's eyes widened in surprise.

"One time he turned left when we told him to turn right, I almost died on my way to my first ballet recital."

Never ever has he met someone to not pity him or give him some sympathetic words after finding out about his disorder. To suddenly have someone say that it was cool and compare him to their delusional uncle was the greatest response he had ever received.

"I don't think I've got it that bad." He laughs. Sabrina laughs too.

Mick is the first one to lay down and have his features contoured onto the paper.

Sabrina is grateful to find him closing his eyes when she comes up to draw the contours of his head, it would have been weird having him staring up at her the whole time, like some people do at the dentist.

"Your turn." She says, handing him the paintbrush.

They let the wet paint dry before switching places.

"Be careful going around my head, I don't want to find any paint in my hair later tonight."

"Got it."

Mick's shadow moves over her face as he, on his knees, hover over her body as he begins to draw her features.

Seconds before shutting her eyes Mick's blue eyes are looking straight into hers, intensifying the moment he begins to stroke the small paintbrush alongside her head.

Silence as he goes around her body with the paintbrush, there is no movement and no talking. Sabrina finds the ritual very relaxing, hearing the sound of the paintbrush, brushing past her ears as Mick goes around her head. It felt like a mind therapy session

When it came down to it, it was with great concentration Mick drew the features of Sabrina's legs

"You alright?" She lifts her head to see a focused Mick draw her features as if he was cracking The Da Vinci Code itself. He was one of those kids to poke their tongues out whenever they were concentrating.

Mick suddenly clearing his throat echoes through the silent auditorium.

"Great." She sighs, feeling the paint brush caress her inner thigh.

"You are looking up my skirt, aren't you?"

There is a dramatic pause when Sabrina rises to her elbows, a grin on her face.

"I...I wasn't." He stutters and drops the brush to the floor. He has been caught red handed, literally. Mick's cheeks looked to have been set on fire.

How Principal Harrison would have loved to hear about this, she thought.

"Relax." She says, coming up to her knees. The drama queen that she is, on all four she crawls closer. His Adam's apple is seen moving as the gap between them closes.

"I won't tell." She chuckles, by the time they're almost nose to nose.

Sabrina lies back down with a smile on her face, the effect she has on her audience is what crowned her as the drama queen in the first place.

"You can continue if you like?" She dares him, well aware of the draft between her legs. Her pink panties with red hearts scattered all over them, staring him right in the face.

The question was, what does the pretty prince do when seen eye to eye with a fire spitting dragon?

"Good boy" She mumbles silently, feeling Mick's warm hand caress her thigh again.

He continues painting.