Accidents happen... Right?
Chapter 12
*Mikayla's POV*
Last Night the girls and I answered the boys questions had us, they even asked us who were our boyfriends, I remember all our old boyfriends, Nessa has had a lot of boyfriends, dates, and kisses but she's completly innocent, and has never drank, the last long relationship I saw her with was with Derek Vanclefe, he was probably the hottest Austrialian male model I've ever seen in my life, but of course there is a catch, he was the most jerkest boy Nessa's ever been with, she broke up with him about ten years ago. Almost ever single guy Gia dates has a school record, somewhere along the lines of getting into lots of trouble. Ash had a couple boyfriends here and there, but never found "THE ONE." We all heard of Jarrod, he started out sweet then turned... well you know. As for me I've only had two boyfriends, but they lastest for a long time, my first was my best friend, we started around like thirteen when he gave me my first kiss, but it wasn't really dating at all just hanged out together in the summer, because he lived halfway cross the world,, now he's married to my cousin. My second started when I was like eighteen bout' ten years ago, he was one of my closest guy friends, we started dating couple monthes after meeting Liam, he ended up marrying one of Nessa's sisters.
Right now I'm heading off to the wearhouse, the one I met Liam in, so I can mess around with some art, and my buddie Sean. He's my art partner, it all started in tenth grade when the teacher paired us together for an art project, in the end our teeacher gave us an "A+" and told us we work really great together, so we've been partners ever since. Being an Artist isn't my job it's just a hobbie, my real job, is to help design video games with my brother, I also volunteer if I have time.
"Ready 1... 2 ... 3... aim blast off!!!!!" Sean said watching the balloon full of paint hit the canvas, yes it was splatter art, one of my favorites. Him and I were already slightly splattered multicolored paints, then soon instead of hitting the canvas with different colors of paint it became a paint war. in the end we both lost, his hair yellow and green, mine with mess of a rainbow.
"Hey dude, what you a sketchin'" I said sitting down on the old green couch we had in the back.
"You remember the day we met in tenth grade, we got in trouble for accidentally setting off a paint bomb in the art room?" he asked, then show me a sketch of that day it was exactly like I remembered it.
"yeah , how could I forget, my parents gave me like a ten hour lecture, you came to my house personally just to apologize and that room still remains all splattered because it looked nice, so what about it?" I asked curiously.
"Your gonna hate me." He said not even looking at me, his eyes staying locked on the sketch.
"How could I ever hate you, dude, you like my best bud." I said
"I got another job, as an art teacher."
"well that's not bad why would I hate youbecause of that?" I asked slightly worried on the reason why I would hate him.
"Because it's in Sydney, Austrailia.... and I moving there in three days" he said staring at me while I was in a daze.
"Austrialia?, as in half way around the globe Austrialia?" I said when he hugged me, he nodded into my hair, I was starting to cry, not because I love him, I mean I do love him but nothing more than a friend. I finally understood why he said I was gonna 'hate him' he knows I'm not gonna hate him he knows I'm gonna hate myself for being so weak, that I need someone like him to help me along. It happened with my first boyfriend, I was fine with the fact that he fell for my cousin. But when he left, I was reminded of the things that people said to me that I really didn't care about at the time because I had someone to help me through it, their words race through my mind then and now, different, strange, tattletale, dog, freak, Worthless, Don't Care, Weak, even though they never said those thing, some did but not to my face, they way they acted I could see it, and I'm the type of person, who breaks down and crys after hear a few hurtful words. Over the years I've gotten stronger, at some point someone will just knock me down.
He walked me home, apologized for getting my hair all "rainbow puked" we did our stupid little hand shake and I went inside. We didn't talk much after the Austrialia conversation. I walked passed the living room and guess who was there AGAIN. One Direction, their here like all the time, they were telling storys, laughing smiling, I put on my best smile. Nessa must have saw through it because her eys dimmed with worrie.
"Hey K, whats wrong?"
"Nothing just... Nothing, I dont want to talk about it ok, I'll be at the park if you need me" I said sighing and walking out the door.
And when I reached the park guess what happened. It started Raining. :*(
Last Night the girls and I answered the boys questions had us, they even asked us who were our boyfriends, I remember all our old boyfriends, Nessa has had a lot of boyfriends, dates, and kisses but she's completly innocent, and has never drank, the last long relationship I saw her with was with Derek Vanclefe, he was probably the hottest Austrialian male model I've ever seen in my life, but of course there is a catch, he was the most jerkest boy Nessa's ever been with, she broke up with him about ten years ago. Almost ever single guy Gia dates has a school record, somewhere along the lines of getting into lots of trouble. Ash had a couple boyfriends here and there, but never found "THE ONE." We all heard of Jarrod, he started out sweet then turned... well you know. As for me I've only had two boyfriends, but they lastest for a long time, my first was my best friend, we started around like thirteen when he gave me my first kiss, but it wasn't really dating at all just hanged out together in the summer, because he lived halfway cross the world,, now he's married to my cousin. My second started when I was like eighteen bout' ten years ago, he was one of my closest guy friends, we started dating couple monthes after meeting Liam, he ended up marrying one of Nessa's sisters.
Right now I'm heading off to the wearhouse, the one I met Liam in, so I can mess around with some art, and my buddie Sean. He's my art partner, it all started in tenth grade when the teacher paired us together for an art project, in the end our teeacher gave us an "A+" and told us we work really great together, so we've been partners ever since. Being an Artist isn't my job it's just a hobbie, my real job, is to help design video games with my brother, I also volunteer if I have time.
"Ready 1... 2 ... 3... aim blast off!!!!!" Sean said watching the balloon full of paint hit the canvas, yes it was splatter art, one of my favorites. Him and I were already slightly splattered multicolored paints, then soon instead of hitting the canvas with different colors of paint it became a paint war. in the end we both lost, his hair yellow and green, mine with mess of a rainbow.
"Hey dude, what you a sketchin'" I said sitting down on the old green couch we had in the back.
"You remember the day we met in tenth grade, we got in trouble for accidentally setting off a paint bomb in the art room?" he asked, then show me a sketch of that day it was exactly like I remembered it.
"yeah , how could I forget, my parents gave me like a ten hour lecture, you came to my house personally just to apologize and that room still remains all splattered because it looked nice, so what about it?" I asked curiously.
"Your gonna hate me." He said not even looking at me, his eyes staying locked on the sketch.
"How could I ever hate you, dude, you like my best bud." I said
"I got another job, as an art teacher."
"well that's not bad why would I hate youbecause of that?" I asked slightly worried on the reason why I would hate him.
"Because it's in Sydney, Austrailia.... and I moving there in three days" he said staring at me while I was in a daze.
"Austrialia?, as in half way around the globe Austrialia?" I said when he hugged me, he nodded into my hair, I was starting to cry, not because I love him, I mean I do love him but nothing more than a friend. I finally understood why he said I was gonna 'hate him' he knows I'm not gonna hate him he knows I'm gonna hate myself for being so weak, that I need someone like him to help me along. It happened with my first boyfriend, I was fine with the fact that he fell for my cousin. But when he left, I was reminded of the things that people said to me that I really didn't care about at the time because I had someone to help me through it, their words race through my mind then and now, different, strange, tattletale, dog, freak, Worthless, Don't Care, Weak, even though they never said those thing, some did but not to my face, they way they acted I could see it, and I'm the type of person, who breaks down and crys after hear a few hurtful words. Over the years I've gotten stronger, at some point someone will just knock me down.
He walked me home, apologized for getting my hair all "rainbow puked" we did our stupid little hand shake and I went inside. We didn't talk much after the Austrialia conversation. I walked passed the living room and guess who was there AGAIN. One Direction, their here like all the time, they were telling storys, laughing smiling, I put on my best smile. Nessa must have saw through it because her eys dimmed with worrie.
"Hey K, whats wrong?"
"Nothing just... Nothing, I dont want to talk about it ok, I'll be at the park if you need me" I said sighing and walking out the door.
And when I reached the park guess what happened. It started Raining. :*(
6/17/13