He leaned against the kitchen counter watching her make a sandwich. She looked up at him her curly black hair bouncing slightly. "You still haven't told me why you're here Jackson." She stated using his last name.
He smirked at her, "Why does it matter Russo? You know you want me here."
She rolled her hazel colored eyes. "Okay one; gross. And two; I have a boyfriend who really isn't afraid to hit you."
He set his ocean blue eyes on her, "Who Greyback? What's that dude going to do? Hit me with paint brushes?"
"He can throw a punch," she defended.
"Yea like your brother," he retorted.
"Hey leave Justin out of this." She walked around the counter and over to her brightly colored red couch. She dropped herself down on it and rested her feet on the coffee table in front of her. She set her plate on her stomach and grabbed her art magazine.
He leaned on the back frame of the couch looking over her shoulder at the art magazine. She looked up from her magazine and stared in front of her for awhile. Then she slowly turned to him with a look of confusion and creeped-out-ness. "Can I help you Percy?"
"Yea you can date that door knob you dating and go out with me," he told her looking straight into her eyes.
"Percy-"
"I know, I know. Look I leave, he's probably coming over here anyway." He walked backward towards the door, "But if you ever get tired of the dog mix American history painter you know where I am." Then he left with a small wave.
It wasn't less then two minutes later that her boyfriend walked in, "Hey Alex, I drew Abraham Lincoln with a German Shepard's head."
Alex looked up from her art magazine and nodded, taking a quick glance at it. "That's amazing." To bad her mind was still on the fact that she liked two guys.