DIY

Robots in Disguise

Fieldplume

Romance

Dee's art may be amateur, sure, but in many ways, she's better than Noel. He may have gone to art school, but she has just as many things under her belt!

"Noel!" Dee squeaked, chasing after her boyfriend. "Give it back!"

"No, it's adorable!" He grinned, running faster as he dodged the pillows. "Ne te moques pas, te fous pas, te fous pas, casses pas. Ne plaisantes pas avec mon art." He laughed. "You're not joking with your art?"

"Shut up!" She tried to tackle him, but ended up just getting the sofa.

"Grown up, want only-child attention, fed up on going through the motions?" He snorted. "What does that mean?"

"Well you wouldn't know, you're professionally trained! I don't like you picking fun at my art all the time!"

"Oh come on, I don't!" He looked through the lyrics, and snorted.

"See, you just did it again! My music's my art."

"I wasn't making fun of your art."

"Then what were you laughing at?"

"Your break-time education. I'm starting to think this song's about me."

Dee raised her eyebrows. "Starting?"

"This song's about me?"

"Of course!"

"Why?"

"You're always mocking my songs." She pouted, finally giving up on the couch. Noel sat beside her, and put his arm around her waist. "I'm serious. You're professional, and I'm Blue Peter."

"You're not Blue Peter."

"I'm so Blue Peter!"

"You're much more attractive than Blue Peter, for starters."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Dee rolled her eyes. "Really. I'm amazed when you paint. I have to have everything of mine pre-mixed and everything. Crayola. And then when you talk to your fans about art, and they actually know what the hell you're talking about, I get jealous. Who wouldn't?"

"And that's the 'only-child attention' you want?"

"I'm sorry."

He kissed up her neck. "It's fine."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't write a song about someone, it's just . . . immature."

"I'll make it up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I will give you something to make fun of. And we can just forget this whole thing."

She smiled. "Deal."

"Good." He grabbed a piece of paper, and scribbled on the back of it. "And it's not anything artistic. So it's sure to suck."

"The girl I love is called Dee . . . she wears cowboy hats and tight trousers just like me." She bit her lip.

"Fire away."

"I can't." She, all of a sudden, sat on Noel's lap, and hugged him. "That's the best first 'I love you' anyone's ever said to me. I love you too."

She pulled away, brushed some of his brunette fringe away from his face, and gently pressed her lips to his.