"One night. Maybe two. Or possibly three. I guess we'll see if you change your mind…"
Jade is really, really confusing me. I think she really wanted me to stay. But if I did, what would happen with my dad? I know I shouldn't care an ounce, but I do. I don't exactly know why I do, but I just do. Jade keeps telling me that he doesn't deserve being in my thought, but I just can't stop thinking about him. Even if he hasn't been the best dad in the world, he still is my dad, you know. I can't just walk out in him like my mom did. And my brother. I was the one who stayed, and if I had to drill that into my dad's brain for him to see that I love him, then I will. Maybe.
It seemed almost as if Jade had the whole evening planed out, as if she knew that I would finally cave into her devious ways. Which of course I did, or else I wouldn't be here. I think she was trying to take my mind off the massive pain that I was still going through.
"I'm thinking about redoing that room that you're in. what do you think?" Jade asked me while we were sitting on the black couch in the living room.
So far the room that I was in only had one wall with all those blue and purple waves. The rest of the walls were still black. Besides that all the furniture was just fine by me. I was only going to be there for one night. Maybe two. Possibly three. I don't know yet exactly.
"I think you should do more of that wavy stuff. It's really pretty. Plus it reminds me of your hair."
She gave me a weird look. Maybe I should've left that part about the hair out. Oh well.
"I wish I knew how to do that…" I said and looked towards the door of "my" room.
"Ya know, I could show you how to do that. If you want me to that is."
I thought over that offer. It was a really cool thing to learn. And it would keep my mind busy; I was in absolutely no mood to think about anything that has to do with the past couple of days. I guess it couldn't hurt at all.
"Sure, I'd love to!" I yipped
Jade walked over to the kitchen and went by the sink; I followed her. She opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out two big cans of paint. One purple and the other blue. I know I said before that I disliked the color blue, but know, actually seeing what I could do with it, I kind of liked it. It worked wonders when it was put in the hands of an artist like Jade.
"Come on." She said and grabbed some old newspapers off the kitchen table.
We went into the room and I helped her set out the newspapers. The lids of the paint popped off and as soon as they came off, we got painting.
"Ok, so this is how you do it…" she said handing me a brush covered in blue paint.
Jade showed me all sorts of wrist motions. The right way to glide and dabble. How to get the perfect strokes down. At first it seemed like it was going to be some sort of mess, but when we added the purple in, it looked amazing. Jade looked pretty impressed with my work so far. The room had this sort of mystical thing to it. It made me feel like not going to school tomorrow and just sitting and staring at the walls. But, sadly enough, I had to go to school.
It was about 4 in the morning by the time we were finally finished with the walls. Almost all of the newspapers on the floor were covered in paint, so were my bandages. I looked down and they were all splattered with blue and purple paint. It actually made me kind of like the bandages just a little bit.
"So what do you think?" Jade asked, pulling me out of my little mini-trance.
I looked around the room and inspected our work.
"I like it. You?"
"Yeah, it's pretty nice. Does it remind you of my hair?"
There were a few seconds of awkward silence as our eyes met before we both busted out laughing. I think Jade might have even laughed harder than I did, which was rare. Jade hardly ever laughed, let alone crack a little smile. It was kind of pleasing watching her smile.
"Maybe two…" I said when we both settled down a little bit.