scarface (original)

VI

"D- Ahem," Olivia Camille coughed away her stutter. "Do you wanna see some more?" She asked, turning her head to meet Scarbucks' eyes. He smiled and nodded excitedly. She felt a small smile climb onto her face, true and rare. He was so innocent, so- the words were hard to find. He looked so untouched by all the horrors of the world. It annoyed and intrigued Olivia Camille.

She pulled herself off of the floor and opened the trunk and closed her eyes while Scarbucks sat up and watched it spring open slowly. Olivia opened her eyes again just in time to see the sunlight sunlight, gray by the clouds, flooding in. She whipped off the bandanna, breathed in the foul air and what was left of the spray paint fumes. It was all very familiar to her, but different, with Scarbucks next to her. She could feel his presence more than she could the stale air air of the van.

"Okay, most of these vans have art in them, but you've gotta open it by the trunk, because if you do by the doors, it'll chip the paint. Got it?" She explained, avoiding his eyes as she pulled her sweater back over her head. He nodded, but kept his eyes shielded from the sun. "How do you deal with that light after so much time in there?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and pulled his hand away from his eyes. Yes, very innocent.

"Close your eyes for a minute. It's kind of like easing into it," she directed. He closed his eyes accordingly, and opened them after a few seconds, blinking rapidly. "Wow, okay that's better. How did you know that?" Olivia thought back to days slept in, stubbornly keeping her eyes closed stubbornly until she realized she couldn't stay under the safety of the covers forever. "I just do," she disclosed quietly. He shrugged and started to look around the yard, his eyes flitting from vehicle to vehicle, deciding.

"I painted you and Gregory, one. I also did Salena Mayfield, you know the girl with the shitty flower crowns? And, uh, the digital arts teacher, Mrs. Habberstroh. I did Sasha and her cigarettes once as well, I mean, we can look at any that you-" "-Olivia Camille, stop stressing! I wanna see all of them! I wanna see your favorite and your least favorite and the first one you ever did. I really like these things," he interrupted, making the tall girl blush. Even Sofia, her best friend, didn't take that much interest in her art. "Oh, okay. Well, we can start with one of Brent, I guess. I've got a lot of those.." She trailed off, images of painting after painting after painting whizzing by in her mind which ones Scarbucks would like the best. She didn't as much care about his opinion as she did about someone finally seeing her work.

Olivia Camille stalked up to a pale gold minivan on facing the one they'd just come out of, and gestured to the trunk. "You want to do the honors, Wilson?" He nodded and popped the trunk quickly, then slid in hard. Olivia ran back to the van with his face, grabbed her flashlight out of her bag, and jogged back, a smile- no, a grin!- growing on her face from the sheer excitement of her works being shown to the world. Well, someone other than her.

She tossed it to him and jumped in, closing the trunk behind her. He laid down and shined it into the ceiling, gasping when he took in the image. Olivia rolled her eyes again. Wrong van, but at least he got to see more of her abilities.

"Jesus Scarbucks, it's like you've never seen people kissing before," she complained. The image above her was just the lower half of two people's faces. A hand of one caressed the cheek and ear of the other as they bit their lip. She was particularly proud of this one, having modeled it after Kendyl and her ex boyfriend, Drake, who participated in PDA more than Olivia Camille could handle. But hey, they inspired one of her favorite paintings.

"It's just so real!" He exclaimed, discarding his awe induced soft voice. "Thanks. Do you want to actually see the one of Brent now?" She laughed. He laughed too. "Yes, please, if it's as good as this." Olivia sat up and opened the door. "Remember to close your eyes," she hopped out of the van blindly, feeling her feet hit the ground hard. She heard Scarbucks slide out behind her, directly, in fact, but she was too caught off guard to move out of the way before his body crashed into her's and sent her tumbling to the ground, her eyes still closed, at a default.

Olivia Camille was ready for the heat of anger to rush into her chest and spill out insults at his foolishness, but instead, a bubble of laughter exploded from her mouth, and so did Scarbcucks. She started to gasp for air in between guffaws, the thought of Scarbucks falling with his eyes closed and blubbering about on top of her became hilarious instead of annoying.

"You're such a klutz!" Scarbucks managed out between giggles. "You're the one who couldn't-hiccup- open his eyes!" She replied, pushing him off of her and grabbing her glasses from the ground. Still laughing quietly, Scarbucks took them from her and rubbed off the dirt. He held them out and she went to take them back,, but he snatched them away. She rolled her eyes, but she was enjoying herself monumentally.

"Give them back, you lameo," she demanded. He shook his head. "First, you have to answer a question." She sighed. Of all the questions she saw Scarbucks asking, the answer to all of them was no.

Will you go out with me?

Are you dating Brent?

Did you really cure mono?

Are you actually a vampire?

Did you spend sophomore year in prison for attempted murder?

What happened-

"What happened the night at the train?

That was a question she couldn't answer as simply.

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