The two girls were at Tree Hill High since seven in the morning. They had already established their space by priming and topcoating their six by six metres of brick wall. Their black background had already been plastered on, but their toughest job was ahead of them. Getting the backdrop up was easy, painting the actual mural was the hard part. Well more like the exciting part through both their eyes.
"Alright I want you in one piece," Peyton giggled back, "at least until the mural is done."
"I'll keep that in my mind," Jill flicked her paintbrush at Peyton.
The topic they had been given was to portray the life of a teenage soul. The girls were already excited the minute it was appointed to them, already throwing ideas at one another. Practically filling up a whole sketchbook with their sketches. They had concluded on joining both their perspectives and creating a super conjoined collage. They had even gotten the student body involved, asking their point of view on the subject. It was a very tough subject to portray in the beginning, they had to admit. It's not easy to just assume what life is when there are so many, not just your own, but as time went by and many people's inputs later the two threw everyone's as well as their own into the piece. Jill had concentrated on the mentality of school and it's pressures to be all that you can be, from popularity to the work obsessed. Peyton concentrated on family and their impact on your personality as well as your upbringing, and together the girls compacted the mind as we know it, which was a black hole for everyone to make on their own. They decided to do that for the mere fact that they didn't know what went through everyone's mind, so the black hole to them meant that life could just be an empty vessel or what we make of it.
"This is going to look great," Peyton said staring at her sketchbook as she mixed the colours she was going to use on her palette.
"I know I can't believe we're actually going to share our work with the whole school, I mean I usually keep my work to myself or others that I ask for advice," Jill was already painting her picture of parents looming over a child.
Their pictures said a lot, but aside from those, their mural was going to be based on quotes explaining what everything stood for.
"I know what you mean I used to draw pictures for THUD magazine anonymous until Lucas gave me the courage to open up and reveal what I really was."
"You and Lucas are really close," she was adding detail to the child's hair, "do you go way back?"
Peyton looked up from her drawing, "In the beginning we had a bond but it was broken for a bit until now. We're more close than ever now."
Jill nodded, "I can tell."
"Really?"
"Well yeah," she looked over at Peyton, "I don't mean to sound nosy or anything."
"Oh you're not don't worry."
"You two just seem real close."
"We are I guess."
"Do you like him?"
"I don't know you know. We both got out of this serious love thing and we're not sure if we're ready to jump into something again."
"I totally know what you mean. It's sort of like our generation you know, or our year to have heartbreak. It just seems everyone's experiencing some sort of break up from last year."
"I never thought of it that way but you're right, how ironic huh?"
"Oh yeah."
"What about you and Nathan, still friends?"
"We've always been friends, and I value our friendship."
"Whatever suit yourself."
"Peyton don't go all Brooke on me, where you assume we're hiding something we're not. We're just friends, I think so and he thinks so too.
"Okay whatever."
Jill rolled her eyes and laughed, "let's just get this done okay?"
Both giggling they sat on the pavement working away.