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"MASSIE!" A shrill voice called out from upstairs, interrupting the calming music of Enya that flowed through the Block home.
"You'd better come, Claire's having one of her artistic meltdowns." Sam Holloway scoffed, absentmindedly sitting on the stairs flipping through an old "Marie Claire" magazine.
"Oh shocker. I swear she's going to go crazy trying to finish that portrait, you know. Fruit can only be interesting for so long. Come on." Massie Block stood up gracefully, storing away her yoga mat. This was their schedule. Wake up, trudge off to school, come home, eat, yoga/magazine/paint, and rinse and repeat. You get the drift.
"I dunno, oranges are just so...unique." Sam joked, widening his green eyes in mock interest.
"Nothing compared to apples. Know a word that rhymes with oranges?" Massie shot back, hands on hips.
"Touche."
"I try."
Snickering up the stairs, they finally reached Claire's neon room. Literally everything was in color and had touches of Claire's style. Mismatched as it was, the room was her.
"Massie...Sam...I'm...speechless The blonde stood back to study her work, in an almost scary way. To Massie and Sam, it was just a painting of a fruit bowl.
To Claire, it was so much more.
"What do you think?" Claire demanded suddenly, inspecting the shading of her painting.
Massie twirled a dark lock of hair; Sam bit his nails. Finally, Sam broke the silence with an exaggerated "its fabulous!" before Claire pounced on them. Laidback as she was, she had a temper.
Massie nodded immediately. "Yeah...Da Vinci got nothin on you." She stammered, genuinely trying to see what the big fuss was about.
Claire tried to keep a straight face, but in a noble attempt she burst out in a fit of hysteria. Her pale face was blotched with red, wide blue eyes watering at the sight of her two best friends.
"Oh my...you should of seen your faces! Da Vinci, Mass? I'm not that good!" She giggled more.
"Call me crazy...but I don't get the joke." Sam said dryly to Massie.
"Well, we've got 911 on speed dial." Massie muttered back, wondering if her dad had any tranquilizers.
Claire finally went back to her somewhat sane mode, and beamed at the painting.
"I hate it." She announced jovially, chucking back in the trash where it belonged. And just like that, the three of them snickered and laughed some more as the made their way back downstairs.
Back on schedule.