Guys, I'm back.
Excuses: blah blah, GCSEs, blah blah, busy, blah blah, I'm just an awful person. Sorry. LAlso, more bad news... I kind of can't find the episodes on the Internet, so I can't watch them, so I can't base the storyline off them. I'll try to base it off memory. Sorry guys.
Anyway... don't own characters etc. Etc.
This is for Addicted to fanfoms.
Lisa's POV
I stand here, just looking at the block of... wait. I don't even know what I was sculpting in, let alone how to actually do it. I find myself looking around anxiously. Leo's chatting to Mac about something. I'll just go back to work doing as best I could. It'll be no use though; I'll be kicked out soon enough. Then I'll have nowhere. Bearing in mind, I don't know anyone here. I could maybe stay with Mac, but I'm not sure he still really trusts me much after what I did. Why would he? What I did was truly unforgivable! To be honest, I'm surprised any of them are still talking to me. Of course, Leo is. He's too nice not to. He's one of the only genuinely nice people, and what did I do? I practically handed his notebook to that strange man...
I wonder why those weird people wanted his notebook. Are they a secret society devoted to him because of his handsome looks? Are they using this book to make a shrine to him? Can I join? Haha. Wow, actually, I'm pretty creepy.
No, I can't fall in love with him! No, this is stupid! I am here to work, become an artist, and NOT FALL IN LOVE! But dear me, those eyes. I glance over to see the two of them laughing. Sigh, his laugh is heavenly. The sound of it just makes me want to sing, and generally, I really don't like singing. And anyway, if I sang everyone would know I'm a girl. It's pretty easy to differentiate between a man's voice and a woman's. When talking, I've been speaking in a sort of low voice, but not as much as to injure myself.
I wake up from my daydreaming when a hand touches my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I spin around to see Leo looking deep into my eyes with his...Sigh. I need to stop mentally sighing.
I must have just been staring into the block of whatever I had been given to sculpt out of, because he looked genuinely worried; like I'd been too upset over the fact that I can't sculpt or do maths. I just sighed.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. I don't want him to think that I'm weak and can't accomplish such a simple task. I know he wouldn't judge me anyway, but still. I'm not giving up. I have the rest of the day to get it done, which to be honest, I think is a bit unreasonable. How on earth is anyone, let alone me, supposed to do this in a day? Come on Lisa, just keep going.
"Are you sure? You seem to be a bit...stuck," he says in reply.
"Leo, I'm fine," I say reassuringly but with more of a snap than intended.
"Okay, well let me know if you need any help." Pfft as if.
Leo's POV
Li-Tom (must call her Tom) does seem a bit stuck. I don't want her to that just because of what happened, I don't like her. She's funny and smart. She can certainly paint. But I'm sure she'd say if she needed help.
I walked back over to Mac.
As Mac and I were chatting, Lorenzo came in. He looked as though he'd pretty much run here.
"Sorry, bit out of breath," he puffed. "I ran here."
"Couldn't tell", Mac replied coolly, to which Lorenzo pulled a face. We all laughed a little and Tom came over, wiping her hands on her apron.
"I just needed to get away from that awful tutor. He honestly looks like a bird with his pointy nose." We all shared a laugh. "But seriously, maths is painful." To this comment, Lisa stretched out her arms saying,
"Thank you!"
At that very moment, Maestro returned shooing both Mac -rather rudely- and Lorenzo -more politely- away.
"Apologies Master Lorenzo, maybe you should come back at lunch time, when my apprentices can go out." He nodded and left alongside Mac.
Tom got back to the sculpture she claimed she wasn't struggling with and I continued painting the portrait of some random woman Maestro had been paid to have painted. The photograph was probably from a Polaroid camera, by the looks of it.
To be honest, why would anyone want a painting of themself in their house? Seems sort of vain to me. But who am I to judge? I'll be getting half of the money she pays for the painting.
By the time lunch time came around, I was starving. I could tell Lisa was too. She didn't bother getting any girl clothes to change into. What was the point?
Lisa hadn't been to the cafe we usually go to before, as she'd lived on the outskirts of Florence, so we went there. Sure enough Mac and Lorenzo were there waiting. I had known they would be. We always meet here.
It's a nice little spot. It's never too busy but it's in the centre of the square. I like coming here just to people watch. Wait. Hang on. That man has my note book!
"Guys, that man has my notebook." The man a few tables away was sat, peering into it and clearly getting nowhere."
"Are you sure, Leo?" Lis-Tom, Tom; why can't I get that in my head? - asked. Lorenzo turned around to see from himself.
"Leo, that's my maths tutor."
Dun dun daaaaah. Okay we all know what happens.
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