Freddie's POV)
The next day....
I knock on the door and I call out, "Carly?"
I checked the door, which was open.
I looked left and right before going in.
I was saying her name while I was looking around the area.
I closed the door behind me and continued to search for Carly.
I went up the stairs and looked in her bedroom.
She was just laying there, on her bed.
"Carly? Carly!" I said.
"Griffin, don't be so irritating...." she murmured.
She looked up and quickly got up. "Freddie!" she said.
I nodded, and she giggled a little bit.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I forgot to mention that other sketch in your sketchbook," I answered.
"Really?" she got her sketchpad and gave it to me.
"That's all? Wait, wait! Am I supposed to pay for this or something?" I questioned.
"If I was thinking to blackmail you, no. That's okay."
"No, no! I insist to pay for this! I don't really accept the fact that I'm not paying for this."
"I already told you, I am not interested in your money."
"Okay. So, if I don't own you money, and that you won't take my money, in return, I'll just give you my time instead."
"What did you say?"
"Well, it's just that I have nothing to do to for a while, and I realized that I had freetime, so I'll stay with you, here."
Carly smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Well, if you don't want me to--"
"No, no! It's fine! Wait here." She was fixing her hair, then she prepared her paint brushes while I sat on her bed.
"Freddie, thank you."
"It's nothing. Just go ahead and paint." I smiled.
The next day.....
I knock on Carly's door.
"Oh, hey. Come in," Carly said.
"Wait, what are you going to do today?" I asked.
"Spencer and I are going to teach kids. I won't paint today. Come on!" she grabbed my hand.
"Wait! The door!" The door was still open, and I tried to close it.
"Thank you," Carly said.
I heard the door lock. Then, we headed to where Carly and Spencer teach, the park.
It was a perfect day. The sun is out, no clouds will get in the way, and a cool, gentle breeze to top it all off.
Carly and Spencer was surrounded with kids, as I had a safe distance away from them.
As they taught, I watched them. I smiled with joy.
I got closer to the group, and Carly noticed me.
She showed me a drawing of a simple stickman.
I chuckled, and I kinda messed up her hair because of that.
After a few minutes, I was helping them myself.
Carly, being all hyper, she drew lines on my hand.
I did the same thing to her, and we both continued drawing streaks of color on each other.
After teaching the kids, Spencer left the scene and everyone else left except for Carly and I.
We were just walking along, and talked.
"You know, your sideline can be quite fun after all," I said.
"That wasn't a sideline. I was just helping the future artists of tomorrow, so they can develop correctly."
"You really don't care that you're not getting payed to do that."
"Well, not everything is about money. One of those kids will become a great artist. When he/she does, I would have contributed to his/her talent."
"Hm, you're sharing your talent to them?"
"Thank you, too."
"Why?"
"You shared your talent all over my arm! See?" Carly pulled up her sleeve.
"Oh, yeah? Well, what do call this?" I also pulled up my sleeve.
"So?"
"Who started this whole thing?" I teased. "You know what? Nevermind. Let's just clean this up."
I lead her to a bench and I pulled out a wet wiper.
I gently grabbed Carly's arm and I started to clean up all the lines on her forearm.
In the middle of it all, she got hold of my hand; then she leaned closer to me.
Once she got a certain distance, I turned my head, then she snapped out of her short confusion.
She returned to her normal position on the bench.
I heard a short giggle after that.
"Maybe I need to go home now," I said.
"Wait. Freddie, I want to stay here forever, with you."
"I really need to go home."
I got up from the bench, started to walk, but Carly caught my arm.
I turned around, and she said, "Freddie...I-"
I placed two fingers on her mouth, gesturing to stop.
"Carly, don't even start."
"Maybe you're not ready to hear what I'm supposed to say yet. But, I assure you, my heart is not going to move on to another person."
A few moments of silence passed, the she kissed me on the cheek.
After that, we just stared into each other's eyes.
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(Daniel's POV)
"I went to Freddie's loft, but Carly wasn't there. So, then, I thought that she would be here," Griffin explained.
"Well, Carly and I haven't meet since I left. She doesn't even know that I'm back," I said.
"Oh, okay. I'll just wait for her in her loft."
"Griffin, is she still with that guy that was on the painting?" I asked.
"As far as I know, no."
"That's good."
"Wait, why?"
"Because he might know a person named James Mirk. James murdered my mom. I'm not letting Carly date anyone that is somewhat knows that James. I will never forget that person."