We never painted by the numbers, baby
“So,” I say pulling out a cigarette before lighting it, “I thought I’d take a picture from your instagram and-“ “Why are you smoking?”
I look up from my book, “What?” Her tone is shushed, “I thought you stopped. You told me you did.” I blow smoke out of the corner of my mouth, “It’s been months since we even spoke to each other. Fuck off.”
She looks down at her book with a scrunched face, “Yeah uh, I guess you’re right.” I look down back at my book, “Yeah. So, I was going to use light tones and-“
“Basil.” “What?!” “I’m sorry.” I take an inhale of my cigarette and shake my head, “For what?” “Eveyrthing.”
“Let’s just do our project-“ “Basil.” I look up, “Jesus fuck Snow we don’t have to talk about this.” “We do, and we should,” she says with a shaky voice, “Look at how fucked up we are.”
“We?,” I hiss, “I’m not fucked up, you’re the one who...” I take a deep breath, “Can we just do our project?” “How are we supposed to when we have so much we haven’t talked about?”
“You know what? Fuck you,” I frown as I get up from my seat, “Fuck all of this.” “Wait,” she says standing up, “Basil I’m-“
“No,” I say walking down the hall, “Leave me the fuck alone.” I can hear her sigh as I angrily stomp outside.
I slump aganist the wall and blow smoke out of my mouth. Why did I think this would work out?
Me: I’m outside, let’s go home.
Dev: Shit did something happen
Me: Just come outside.
I wait a couple minutes Dev’s finally outside with a couple books under his arm, “Hey Basil are you alright?” I nod, “I will be. Let’s go get drunk.”