I don't really know how the days went by so fast. One day it was Monday, the next it was Monday. And I only had a week to submit my drawing, which was still a doodle.
"Watcha doing." Ray came over and went upside down on the couch.
"What's a good quote?" I spoke aloud.
Ray stopped to think for a moment. "Even though I'm worth zero, I can be worth more than all of you combined." She said. I thought for a moment.
"Can you repeat that? I need to write that down."
"S'not that good."
"If I'm dense, you must be like steel."
"Why thank you."
"Repeat." I smiled a bit. She spoke the quote again and I wrote it down. She sat up and watched me do a sketch. She was humming a tune which I couldn't pick out. "What are you humming?" She immediately stopped and bit her lip.
"Nothing," Ray said quickly. She also talked faster than she usually does, which lead me to suspect she was hiding something. And that you like her way too much. Oh, my subconscious is back. Nice to see you too.
"Sure," I said sarcastically.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "It was a song I wrote." I almost cried.
"Why do you always have the talent?"
"Because I am. But yeah."
"Oh." She put her head on my shoulder. Score. "You should do the singing competition." She jumped a mile in the air.
"WHAT?" She screamed, taking advantage of the soundproof walls. The more I thought about it, I realized how this was an amazingly awesome idea. And that girls scream like a chimpanzee. At least Ray does.
"Yeah. If you have your own song, then you can sing it. And besides," I smirked, "you made me do the art thing, so you have to do the singing competition." I stuck out my hand. "Deal?"
She looked at it for a moment. A few seconds passed. "Deal." We shook on it-
And then she kissed me.
***
Ray
Yeah... I do dumb things a lot. Can you tell? But it was the end of the day and I had to face Mason's mom. Aunt. Guardian. Whatever. We walked over to his house and he rang the doorbell. Apparently, the doorbell was really loud, so I jumped a foot in the air. "Yeah, the bell is really loud."
No dip Sherlock.
A sweet lady answered the door. She has long red hair and a paint splattered t-shirt that read 'Life without music would B flat'. Oh, music puns. I used to play cello myself. "Hey, Mason. Oh, is this Ray?"
"Hello." I waved.
"Awww. You guys are so cute together!" She spoke.
"Aunt Laur!" Mason went red as I laughed.
"I like your shirt," I said. "I used to play the cello when I was younger."
"Really? Oh, I always wanted to play the cello, but I guess art grabbed my attention." She shrugged.
"You aren't the only one. I was never good at art, but I loved to watch people do it, or even critic it, strange enough."
"I have a feeling you would be good at doing that." Aunt Laur said with a smile. "Do come in." I walked in.
"My mother used to paint when she was still around. She made some really pretty butterflies."
"Really? What was her name?"
"Felicity McLanis. We have different last names. It's complicated." How could I open up to her that easily? Maybe it's her personality.
"Of course! I loved her work. What did you do with it?"
"It is sitting in my closet gathering dust." I laughed a little. "I'm sure I could give you one. My mother always wanted to share her art with the world."
"How come you didn't let me use it for my art project?" Mason spoke. He had a mouth full of cookies and it wasn't a pretty site to see them fall from his mouth.
"Mason!" Aunt Laur snatched the cookies. "Let our guest eat some!" She scolded him. "What a messy eater. Anyway, would you like some cookies?" I took a few.
"It's not my fault, Aunt. Whenever we would come over, Stanely and Brok always took all of them."
"I would never turn down cookies, ma'am," I said, dead serious.
"Good. Mason, I approve." Mason practically turned red.
"And Mason, you never asked about getting help," I spoke. "You did it all on your own." He gave me a dirty look.
"Help would have been aprecciated."
"Well, now I know." I flipped my hair. "Anyway, it was nice meeting with you, Aunt Laur. I'll give Mason a painting or two for you to look at."
"Thanks! Do come again. You're invited anytime."
"Definetly." I walked toward the door. "Thanks for inviting me!"
I don't like it. I hate it. It's really short. And I just-
Ughhhhhhh.
Sorry for not updating for so long. Eat a cookie.
Or 14. IDK man.
