Vanilla & Strawberry (gxg)

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~TWO~

Lily’s POV
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“Thank you,” I smiled, taking the keys from the music teacher, “I’ll make sure to lock it up after I leave, don’t worry!” She smiled back at me, “Thank you, Lily.”
I swung the guitar over my back and picked up the handle of my backpack as I made my way back to the music room.

Today was the day I was going to record two of the songs I wrote, so I was extra peppy today. Skipping off to the music room and closing the door behind me, I set up my guitar and tuned it. Once I was set up, I took a deep breath and pressed the start of the recording button.

A girl’s POV

I put my hair up into a quick, messy bun and grabbed my bag, heading to the art room. On my way there, I heard music playing. Who else is here after hours? I decided to take a peek through the window to see what they were doing.

As I walked over to the music room and peered through the little window on the door, I saw a girl sitting on a stool. And she was playing a guitar and singing. I had thought that someone was playing a song on their phone, but she was singing. Wow, she’s... amazing.

I don’t want her to think I’m creepy or something, so I headed back to the art room, where I was originally headed. I crouched on the floor, unzipping my bag and pulling out some of my art supplies that I didn’t like to leave at school, and collected the rest from in a box on a shelf in the room. Then I set up my easel and placed a blank canvas on it.
What should I paint? I thought. I stood there, paintbrush hovering over the large canvas. Without thinking, I just decided to start making random brush strokes and figure it out along the way. That’s how I live my life- no time like the present, do whatever comes to your mind. You only get one life, mine as well live it.

Lily’s POV
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I pushed the ‘stop’ on the recorder and leaned my head back, smiling. “I finally finished,” I sighed. I had recorded five songs and after many trial and errors, deleting, editing, and rerecordings, I was finally done.
I clenched my fists and released them a couple of times since they were stiff from playing. I then packed my guitar and slipped my notebook and pencil into my bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I guess I can leave my guitar here overnight. I set it down in the corner of the room and headed out the door, locking it behind me.

I turned left and started walking down the hallway, heading towards the office to return the keys. But before I could get down the hallway, I noticed Mia and her friends, Jennifer and Chloe, waiting there for me. Again. My eyes widened as we made eye contact and I froze. I didn’t want to deal with this today. Since that boy came yesterday, she’s probably more upset and more likely to hurt me more this time. I turned and sprinted down the hallway as fast as I could, not looking back. My bag bounced on my back as I turned another corner and opened a random door, closing it behind me and leaning on it, looking up and closing my eyes to take a second to regain my breath. I think I lost them.

“Hi,” I heard a voice say, sarcastically. My eyes flung open and I was met with beautiful hazel blue ones. My mouth hung open for a split second before I came to my senses and started stuttering out, “O- oh I- I’m sorry I er didn’t know anyone was in here, sorry.”
She laughed and replied, “No, it’s fine. Are you okay? You just suddenly burst through the door out of breath. Were you running?”
I looked down a bit. “Um y- yeah,” I said and apologized again. I looked up at her again. She had blonde hair, tied up in a quick and messy bun, her hazel blue eyes sparkling. She was wearing an apron with paint splatters all over it and a few different types of paint brushes sticking up from the pocket. She had some orange paint on her cheek, but even though it looked as if she hadn’t spent any time caring about her looks, she still looked beautiful.

The girl’s POV

I stroked the paintbrush over the final detail and took a step back, admiring my work. I quickly signed the corner of the painting before placing the paintbrush in the water cup and swirling it around. Suddenly, a girl bursts into the room, slamming the door behind her, looking out of breath. Wait, is that the girl from the music room earlier? She had a small, petite figure, but in a cute way. She had dark brown hair in a ponytail, with a strip of hair on either side of her face and glasses. It looked like she hadn’t noticed I was here yet, so I spoke up and said, “Hi.”

Her head darted in my direction, surprised there was someone here. Her eyes were twinkling gray that held sweetness and innocence. She probably didn’t even know where she was. I wonder why she was running, though. She suddenly got nervous upon seeing me here, her face red a little in embarrassment as she stuttered out an apology and turned to leave. I don’t know why, but I just didn’t want her to leave. I told myself it was because I didn’t want her to have to go back out and face what- or who she was running from. I laughed at her cute, shy state and said, “No, it’s fine. Are you okay? You just suddenly burst through the door out of breath. Were you running?”

She looked down and replied, “Um y- yeah, sorry." I grinned brightly at her and motioned for her to sit down and catch her breath. She smiled a little and sat down in an empty chair, looking around at all the art. "Woah," she breathed, amazed. I smiled and continued packing up my things.
"I just finished this one when you came in," I said, motioning at a painting nearby. It was of a sunset over two sunflowers. She stared at it in awe and replied, "It's beautiful, you're very talented." I grinned in return.
"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself!" I exclaimed, extending my hand. "I'm Sky." She returned my smile and took my hand. "I- I'm Lily." Lily. That's a beautiful name. "Nice to meet you, Lily."

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