An Artist's Intention

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Morning Get Together

I made my way to the Campus Center to meet up with Yukio. I was still fuming over my conversation with Lily. As much as I wanted to help, as much as I wanted someone like Lily to be safe, I really couldn’t believe she’d try and turn me into a villain like that. I could never understand? Oh, spare me! I don’t understand because no one bothers to let me understand!

But despite my anger, I couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that came with what Lily said. She was kidnapped and Levi may or may not have been involved. What was I supposed to do with that? I couldn’t tell anyone; the school would quickly kick her out. No university would want to be known for having escorts or something worse on campus. Even if Lily could go to the police, she would risk never being accepted into another university. And where would she go then?

Entering the Campus Center, I had to fight through a horde of students to make it up a flight of stairs and to the actual cafeteria. A nice breakfast with Yukio really was exactly what I needed to take my mind off of Lily.

I was so angry, but I felt terrible for feeling that way. I had to accept that maybe she would be better off on her own. As much as I wanted to throw Nicole into a shark tank for her involvement, there was little I could do. There was no telling how she would react knowing that I now knew.

I looked around for Yukio, hoping he was already there. Thankfully, I spotted him in the far corner. He was on his phone texting, completely in his own world. He glanced up long enough to spot me and waved me over. I went to him and took a seat.

“Sorry, were you here long?” I asked.

“Not at all. How are you this morning?”

"Honestly, I could be a little a better. I had a private chat with Lily and it went downhill very fast.”

“Lily? Lily Grainger; the quiet girl in studio class?”

“Yup, that’s her. She’s going through some stuff. I can’t say anything more than that.”

“That’s fine. It’s none of my business,” he said. “Let’s go get some food. We could use it.” We got up together and looked over the selection of breakfast items. Pancakes, waffles, French toast, regular toast, cereal, fruit. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw all of this. I grabbed a small collection of everything, and extra bacon, of course.

When we both returned to our seats, I was amused to see Yukio had, essentially, created the exact same plate as me. I laughed, but this confused him.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing.” We started eating. Alright, the food was nothing to write home about, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t satisfying. I didn’t realize I scarfed it down within minutes while Yukio had hardly made a dent in his. This time, he started laughing.

“You’re so cute,” he said and I froze in place.

“What, wait?”

“You’re cute,” he repeated with equal, if not superior, confidence. I blushed, again!

“I try to be,” I said as I brought my drink to my mouth and took it down in one swig. He raised his brow at me like he was impressed. Then, almost as if accepting a challenge, drank his even faster. Then, and I wished I had caught it on camera, he belched. I almost died laughing, drawing a lot of attention toward us. He joined in after a few seconds. I really needed this.

“Sorry, I should apologize.”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” I shouted. “That was hilarious. You’re the last person I’d expect that from.”

“Little fun fact about me: I’m still a boy,” he stated. “I can be gross whenever I feel like it.”

“Ever play in the mud growing up?”

“Mud, lakes, rocks, sand, the ocean, which is essentially commercialized fish piss. I’ve been in all of it.”

“Commercialized fish piss. That’s a new one.” I glanced around the area, seeing if anyone was still staring at us or not. Thankfully, no one was, but I did catch Nicole and Vanessa make their way up that stairs. Oh, great. Hopefully, they wouldn’t spot us.

Yukio nudged me gently. “So, Vanessa,” he started, but he was whispering, “I went through her painting too.”

“What did you see?”

“It was the one in the first floor studio in the back.”


“Did you know she used to go to church?”

"Oh, that’s definitely a lie.”

“Well, get this. Apparently, she got locked in the pool they use for baptisms for a night.”

“How the hell do you manage that?” I laughed.

“Because she stole a hymnal from one of the pews and tried to cleanse her sins by baptizing herself only to be stuck there overnight.”


Edited: 15.02.2019

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