The Reborn

“And it’s done.” I said with my hands placed on my hips and with a satisfied smile on my face.

At a random time of the year, we have to repaint the halls of the building white and let the students refill them with graffiti, posters, pictures and paintings. In this way the place always will have a ‘fresh and original’ vibe, as Blast says. This year our team and the next 2 ones are responsible with repainting the halls while other 2 are changing the black floor tiles. Blast wants dark grey tiles and me with Sparky’s help, will paint the new tiles and add here and there some paints from our emblem.

“Shadow!!!”

I looked at the owner of the voice and saw Leaf and Hazel all covered in white painting color.

“Do I wanna know?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a funny story and it’s not our fault, I swear! We were having a little chat with Flame and he got angry all of a sudden and splash us with his whole bucket of paint!” Leaf exclaimed with his usual dramatic tone.

I gasped. “Unbelievable.”

“I know right! And we were only nice with him!”

Hazel chuckled. “If being nice means calling him big and ugly fire pony, than yes. Leaf was very nice with him.”

Leaf turned to his brother and glared at him. “Why are you telling her only what I said? He called Flame a pile of muscles!”

“Ugly fire pony sounds more original, so you were the one who pissed him off. I called Flame a pile of muscles before and he only thanked me.” I said and chuckled while Leaf scoffed.

“Girl! You are my homie and you should be taking my side! Not my brother side!”

Hazel came to me and pulled me in a side hug. “Yes, you may be her homie bro, but she met me first and I learnt her how to make pancakes.”

I rolled my eyes. “River showed me how to make pancakes.”

“Yes because I told him too.”

“Right. You go back to your wall and finish painting it while me and Leaf will go and paint the main hall.” I said and pushed him away.

“See! She chooses me over you!” Leaf stuck his tongue out at his brother and looped his hand with mine.

“Whatever floods your boat brother!” Hazel replied and went back to his work.

“They always choose me.”

I rolled my eyes again and started to drag him to the main hall. “Oh, shut up and let’s go back to work. We have a lot of work to do and we don’t have time to waste. We have to finish everything today because tomorrow we have to draw everything!”

“Yes, because I’m so good at drawing or painting. But at last I can place my poster back in its place!”

I groaned. “Please, not the poster again.”

“Oh, yes. The poster is coming back.”

That poster is horrible and I don’t even know why it was in the hall at the first place. It’s a green poster with the words ‘Don’t Leaf me alone’ write on the diagonal of the poster with brown.

“You start from the right side and I’ll take the left side.” I said as I passed him a bucket with paint.

He smirked. “I’m taking the right part because I’m always right, right?”

“No. You’re taking the right part because I like to be left alone.” I said with a smirk and he scoffed at me.

“I’ll keep thinking that my answer was the right one.” he said as we started to paint in silence which surprises me because Leaf always, and when I say always I mean always even, talks. He is also a sleep talker.

I looked over at him and he was staring at the wall with his eyebrows furrowed and agresively with his roller brush.

“Yo! Earthquake! What’s bothering you?”

His head snapped in my direction and he shook his head. “Nothing important.”

I scoffed. “You’ve been silent for almost 15 minutes and you never shut up so don’t tell me that ‘it’s nothing important’. Or you don’t trust me enough to tell me?” I said as I added more paint on a certain spot where a black bird was painted. I must say that the artist is very talented because I can see little details that an amateur would have missed.

“NO! It’s not that I don’t trust you! I just....” he sighed. “I don’t know. I was just thinking and trying to convince myself that I’m delusional.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Stop hitting around the bush and tell me what’s bugging you, man. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

He sighed again. “It’s a stupid thing.”

I dropped my brush and walked to him. “Leaf. You are my homie and this means you can tell me everything, including stupid things. And it’s not stupid if it’s bugging you.” I said with my hands on his shoulders.

He hesitate before he started to talk. “When we came here, we passed a hall where Sky was painting....”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Okay....Keep going...”

“....and Python was helping him. And talking with him. Actually talking with full phrases, not 2 letters words.”

I blinked a few times before his words sink in. “Python was not just talking with someone, but he was also helping him?” I asked staring at him in disbelief.

He threw his hands in the air. “That’s what I said! He was talking with Sky like they were old friends, but they know each other for 2 months! And I know him for 4 years, yet when I talk with him, he glares at me and tells me to leave him alone!” his voice was getting higher and he was growing more frustrated by each word he said.

I placed my hand of his shoulder. “You need to calm down. It must be an explanation for this. Even if let’s say that Python has an interest in him,” I rolled my eyes as Leaf whined like an injured dog “Sky is not gay. He actually had a girlfriend. Yes, people. The shy cute and nerdy guy had a girlfriend and here we are as single as a pringle!”

Leaf started at me in worry. “And now you should calm down, Moonlight.”

I scoffed. “I am calm. Anyway back to the subject. I think that Python is talking with Sky because they are alike.”

He scoffed at me and started to paint again. “And how in the name of hills Sky and Python are alike? Sky is a sweetheart while Python is....well, Python.”

I crossed my arms. “Use your sexy brain, Leaf. Sky is shy and Python has severe social anxiety. Both don’t like socialising very much nor big crowded places. Both are quiet and like to keep their opinions for their selves. And for the part where Python tells you to fuck off, I think that you’re scaring him.”

“What? And how I’m scaring him? Besides Hi and Did you hurt yourself when you fell from heaven, I can’t say anything else to him.” he said staring at me like I’m crazy. Which I am, but here I have a point.

“Think again, Leaf dear. You are for him like Ray it’s for you. You’re scaring him. I mean, he has severe social anxiety and you go all social butterfly on him. His like a little turtle and you are the curious kid who runs to him and he hides inside his shell when he sees you.” I said and started to paint again.

Leaf stared at me for a moment. “You, Moonlight, are damn smart. OMG! All this time I was the one ruining my chances with him! I’m so damn stupid sometimes! I’ll go and apologise.”

“What?! No! Don’t go at him right now. He is already with Sky and you have to help me finish this wall. You’re not going anywhere.” I tried to reason with him, but it’s like trying to convince the wall in front of me to pain himself.

“I’ll tell Sky to let me talk with him alone for 1 minute! And you can paint this wall alone. You already painted another 2 ones alone. You don’t need me. Come on, Shadow! Pweeease!!” he started to beg me and shake my shoulders.

“No.”

“Pweeeaseee!!!”

“No.”

“Pretty please with cherry on top?”

“I said no.”

“Come on! Do it in the name of love? Don’t you have a heart? Do it for me! You don’t love me enough to finish this little wall alone? What kind of homie doesn’t care about her homie’s love life?? Do you want me to die alone?? I wo-”

“FINE. GO. Just please, shut the fuck up. You are annoying.”

His whole face lit up and he grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you Shadow!!! You are the best homie I could ever ask for!! Now I’m going after my prince charming!!” he yelled as he started to run after ‘his prince charming’.

Now I’m the best homie while 2 seconds earlier I was the baddest homie for not caring about him love life. God, he’s starting to be as manipulative as I am and it’s not good.

“Stupid Leaf. Stupid Python. Stupid homie. Stupid emotional blackmailing. Stupid prince charming.” I mumbled angrily as I started to fly as I can’t reach the top of the walls.

“Need some help?”

I looked down and saw Sharpedon with his purple roller brush in one hand and a bucket of paint in the other one.

“No.” I answered shortly and went back to work.

“You sure? You seem pretty upset that Leaf left you alone with this big wall.” he tried to reason with me, but I’m more stubborn than Leaf and I’m still mad at this fucker. I forgot to tell you that in the end he still punched Sam.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want help, just not yours.” I kept my focus on the wall and how I still have half of it to paint instead of looking at him.

He completely ignored me and he set the bucket at the other end of the wall and started to paint in silence.

I glared at him. “I said that I don’t need your help, Gaze.”

“I heard you the first time you said it, Thunder. I’m not deaf, you know?” He replied not looking at me.

My glare intensified. “It looks like you fucking are damn deaf to me. You know what? You finish this wall.” I flies back down and took my bucket to leave.

“I see that you’re still mad at me.”

I rolled my eyes as I kept walking. “No shit Sherlock.”

“I’m not going to say that I’m sorry for punching him. I’m sorry only for fighting with you.”

Is he for real?

Apparently, yes he is.

“I’m not going to say that I accept your apology because I’m not.”

A loud noise echoed through the halls. I turned around and saw that he threw his brush in the ground.

“If you were in my place, you’d have done the same thing! If I had a brother and if he would’ve almost killed you, you’re reaction would be the same! So stop being a hypocrite.”

I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t have! If you would’ve asked me to not hit him and guarantee that he’s all good, I would not have punched him! Why? Because I trust you unlikely you that you don’t trust me! And Sam actually said that he’s sorry for what he almost did! He even told you that he is sorry and don’t even try to say otherwise because he personally told me and he’s not a liar. So you can go and screw yourself, Sharpedon. Screw you!” I yelled the last part and walked away.

Why boys have to be such idiots and pain in the ass? I can’t believe that he fucking called me a hypocrite and yelled at me like that! It fucking hurts that he doesn’t trust me and that his impression about me didn’t changed at all. I’m still the same bitch who never thinks twice before she makes a decision, I’m hypocrite and untrustworthy. And the cherry from the top of the cake is that I fucking like him! Just freaking great!

After we fought at the hospital, which was 2 weeks ago, we were on the silent treatment none of us doing the first step to initiate a conversation with the other one. Until now.

The girls, Sparky and Windy were the most sad ones about our fight and they said something like ‘our ship is sinking’ or something like that. What does that even mean?

“You know what?” I placed the bucket and my brush down. “I’m done with painting for now. I’ll go and take a bubble bath and after I’ll also eat a nice meal, I’ll decided if I’ll come back.” I nodded my head after I rethought my idea and left the building.

Hopefully when I come back the idiots will already be left.