(prospective will swop in this part)

Skylar's POV

Today is the last day of the week... Which means it's Friday!! Somehow, I survived the first week pretty well.

Speaking of surviving, Keith is not dead. We found out that Tyler invited him over to explain everything after he made a huge scene by freaking out, typical Keith. Anyways, back to the present.

Everyone is free to roam around the school for one day and do whatever they would like. I decided to go to the art room to clear my head from everything.

To my surprise, the room is completely empty except for Professor. I greet him and take my seat in the middle of the room.

I look around the colorful room for inspiration before picking up my brush and jumping into my dreamland.

Tristen's POV

"Come on Tristen, everyone is going to the foyer to have a party! You are way too cool and popular of a guy to skip it," says Lila, pulling my arm toward the hallway.

"Uh... sure," I hesitate. I didn't really like the way she described me.

Lila was known to be one of the biggest liars in the school, so I didn't really like the idea of being friends.

"I was wanting to spend time with Sky today, so I'm going to go look around for her first and maybe meet you there later," I say, quickly turning around to leave.

"I bet she's already there! If she's not then I'll help you look for her afterwards," she says, grabbing my arm again and pulling me towards the foyer.

I eventually take my arm back and try to keep my space bubble from popping.

We pass the art room and I get a glimpse of Sky painting on her easel.

"She's painting, she probably doesn't want to go to a party," I say.

"Sucks for her then! Let's go," she grabs my hand and starts walking me away from the door.

"You go on ahead, I'll meet up with you if I end up going," I say, yanking my hand away from hers and walking back to the art room. She angrily stomps away and I sigh with relief.

I walk into the room and quietly walk up behind Skylar, not wanting to mess her up. I watch as she lightly strokes the canvas, tracing the image she created in her own wild imagination.

"Hey," I greet her as she puts her brush into the can of water.

"Oh hi! How long have you been here?" she greets me back happily.

"Not too long," I shrug.

She turns fully towards me in her swivel chair and I wipe paint off of her nose and forehead. We blush and laugh it off.

"Where'd you learn to paint like that?" I awe over her work so far.

"I've learned from the best," she says, waving to Professor who sticks his head out the side of his own easel and gives us a thumbs up.

I grab my own canvas and easel and sit down next to her. She plays catchy music that we start dancing to while painting at the same time.

Professor A stands up and dances to the beat. We all laugh and sit back down once we feel we've lost a bunch of energy.

She plays more soothing music to calm the mood and I listen to her hum along to it as she paints. Who would've guess that she had a beautiful singing voice, too.

I get back to my painting, until I feel something cold wipe across my cheek. I turn my head slightly and see Skylar wiping the side of my face with her freshly paint-dipped brush. This means war.

I hurry to pick up my canvas that I have been working on and hide it under a table so that it wouldn't get messed up. I grab Sky's hand and my own paint brush and and boop her nose and run it down her cheek and back of her neck.

She squeals and runs after me with her brush in hand. I slow down and she tackles me, covering my face and hair with paint.

"Alright you two," we hear Professor say and we immediately freeze.

We turn to look at him and see him holding out two aprons with a smirk on his face. We tie them around our necks and waists and start our duel back up again.

We only stopped our fight once every inch of the other's face and apron was completely covered in paint. We laugh at each other's colorful face's and we take tons of silly pictures.

Professor A had to go get us wet paper towels, unless we wanted to be seen like this walking around the halls. After we got most of it off, we sit back down and finish our paintings.

Mine was a mountain in the distance with snow on the top and trees surrounding a river and pond at the bottom.

Mine might sound pretty good, but it didn't turn out as near as amazing as Sky's did. She did a village background with a cobblestone road next to a large river and a bridge. She drew a bicycle and a little basket connected to the front with flowers in it.

Professor takes a picture of us holding up our masterpieces.

"Do you have any challenges for us Professor?" I ask him. Last year, a few of my friends and I would come over to his room during off period and would help fix or organize anything we could find.

He takes down an old tv that has been sitting up on a shelf for as long as I've known. Sky and I are determined to figure out how to get it working again.

After about half an hour of moving around wires and exchanging batteries later, we were sitting on the floor with pillows and blankets that Professor had in his closet for special occasions.

I turn on the tv and we watch old-timer movies while eating our lunches. We keep each other entertained by taking turns trying to impersonate characters that we learn about in the films.

Before we know it, the bell rings and the halls quickly fill up with people from I'm guessing the party.

"There's everybody! I was so confused why this place was entirely empty when I came in here," Sky says, sounding a little confused.

"Lila was trying to make me go to this party that supposedly everyone was going to in the foyer," I explain with an eye roll. "I saw you in here and I knew you wouldn't have wanted to go anyways."

"That is very true. I honestly hate school parties," she says as we wait for the halls to become less packed so that we could leave.

We thank Professor for letting us stay in his room all day and we follow the crowd through the halls.

"There are so many more fun things to do to pass the time... like what we did," she continues when we are outside.

"You really think that?" I ask her.

"Of course! Painting, listening to music, fixing things, watching movies! That's definitely more interesting and fun than a stupid-," I surprise her mid-sentence with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll keep that in mind," I whisper in her ear and smile brightly.

It takes her a second to register what just happened. I see her cheeks turn a bright baby pink and she soon smiles sweetly.

She grabs my hand and squeezes it gently. I laugh as she leads me down the steps and in the direction of both of our homes, but I believe we're only going to one.