A/N
Celebrating because I've been having a lot of fun and this break is needed to have fun! Hope you amazing readers are having a lot of fun in your summer vacation.
Also, I started a new story called Damaged which I hope you guys can check out too!
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His Broken Angel
Chapter Thirty-One: Let's Be Friends
My eyes scanned the entire portrait in front of me. It was huge, that was one thing. It was beautiful, that was another. But the one word that summed it up was amazing.
Amazing didn't even fit it.
Spectacular.
"You painted this?" I gawked.
Reese nodded with a small smile. All of a sudden he appeared shy to me which shocked me even more. "I've been working on this one for a while. I haven't really shown anybody. . ." He scratched the back of his neck which made me melt inside.
Get it together, Maggie!
"So I'm the first one to see it?"
Reese nodded again with a small smile. "I'm not sure if I want to show the gang yet. They don't really know I paint."
"They don't? How the hell do they not know?"
He shrugged. "I've kept it pretty hidden to be honest."
I stepped closer to the painting as my fingertips gilded over the wall. You're think it was rough but the gravel was strangely smooth, which made the painting on it seem more incredible.
The pair of twins were there, Maddie and Nikki, Jimmy and Timmy. Bronx hugging Summer while she laughed in his embrace. Matt and Dylan wrapping their arms around their girlfriends' waists. Luke, Andrew, and Jose with their arms over each other's shoulders and smiling.
But what shocked me more was the fact that Reese and I weren't there. My heart sank to my stomach.
Why didn't he paint either of us?
"Where are you. . .or me?"
Reese stepped beside me while admiring his masterpiece. "I didn't know how to paint us. As a couple or as friends? I didn't want to screw things over."
I stayed speechless for a minute or two. Now it's your turn to say something, Maggie. Just say something and quick.
"Look, Maggie. You don't have to say anything. I know you're probably still upset with me, but I want you to know that if you want the deal to be over. . .then it's over," Reese sighed.
I stared at him in surprise and confusion. "It's over?"
"If you want it to be. And no, I won't tell your family about that night. I just want things to be fixed between us."
This whole conversation was starting to get deep. My state right now was nothing that I could describe. "And how would you fix this whole mess?" I blurted.
My tone came out a bit harsh, which meant that I was still upset. But I wasn't upset about our fight anymore, at least not that much. Now I was upset about a whole other thing.
"Let's be friends," Reese finally said.
My eyebrow quirked at him in suspicion. Was he serious? After all of this. After this deal that came with a whole mess, he wanted to be friends so we could fix things?
Would this really fix things between us? A little voice in the back of my head told me to not accept. That this was another deal that could possibly end things worse. But there was another that wanted to fix things, to be friends with Reese Matthews.
That sounded like a huge relief.
If the twins could do it (especially Maddie) then why couldn't I? Maybe because you'd fail at being friends with a guy who's kissed your neck and sweet-talked you several times?
Well, there was that.
"Friends?" I asked, almost to myself. "What about your parents? What are they gonna think when they find out that 'us' is no longer us anymore?"
"I'll tell them that we moved too fast and decided to start over," Reese responded too quickly.
So he had this all planned out. Then what was the point of this whole dating deal? I was starting to think that the deal never really mattered. That Reese had set this whole thing up to have an excuse to hug me like a boyfriend would. I shook the thought away.
I was focusing too much on the cons that I didn't even care about the pros. "Fine," I sighed.
A glint of happiness shined in his eyes which made them look bluer than ever. Seriously! Who did they remind me of?
"You wanna go to my place?"
I stared at him in confusion. "Why?"
"Cause you have nothing else to do."
Why thank you. "How do you know that?"
"When I came to your house there was nobody there. And don't even think about saying you were in a deep conversation with someone other than yourself to simply entertain you."
Nothing came out of my mouth after that. All I did was scowl and walk back to his car before he locked the warehouse up.
Where did that all come from?
"What about the gang? Don't you think they'll get all suspicious?" I blurted halfway to his house.
"They won't mind. They'll understand, trust me."
For some reason I was left in doubt. The gang would understand? What did he mean by that? I knew that the twins would bomb me with questions as to why we ended the deal. They were the only ones who knew, other than Raven who's a spy on my guess.
"Can I please change the station?" I whined.
Reese chuckled. "We're a block away from my place. Can't you wait?"
"No. I don't like this song."
"You don't even know it."
"I don't have to know it to like it," I pouted.
He stopped the car abruptly which led me to hit my head on the headrest. "Ow. . ."
"That's what you get for whining."
"You didn't even change the song!"
"No more complaints, Sweetheart."
If he really wanted us to be friends then he had to stop using that pet name on me.
We heard music playing in the living room, soft rock rang through the air while I scrunched my face in confusion. "Raven's probably with a date," muttered Reese.
"And why is that so displeasing?"
"The guys she picks are total dicks. That's why." Right now Reese sounded like a worried, overprotective brother.
Younger siblings can get defensive. "We should go see who it is." I began to walk in the direction of the music, but Reese hauled me back when he grabbed my wrist. "Hey!" I shrieked.
"I'm not a dumbass to ruin my sister's date." He let go and started walking up the stairs when he stopped and turned around. A devilish grin plastered on his face. "But I may be the best brother ever to annoy her."
I rolled my eyes at him. "You're so immature."
He only laughed. "Come on."
We crept together to the living room where we found. . .nothing. Just a plaid flannel and some heels thrown on the rug. "Where do you think they are?"
Reese thought for a minute. " Her room?"
I nodded and crept stairs with him until we stopped in front of Raven's room. We definitely heard noise that wasn't so pleasing to hear.
"It's them." Reese took out his phone and put the camera on.
"What are you doing?" I whispered harshly.
"What? I have to get back at her when she spilled her pink nail polish on my jacket!" he whispered back.
"So? This is private for her. . . This is personal!"
"Personal for my jacket and I."
And before I could even say anything else, Reese kicked open the door and snapped the picture until we heard shrieks and a loud thump!.
All you could hear was Raven cursing and the guy getting up to slam the door shut. Reese and I ran to his room where he locked it as I jumped on the couch trying to control my anxiety level. I couldn't help but laugh when he sat in front of me.
Now we sat there, both laughing while a furious knock came to our door. "What the fuck Reese Matthews!?" Raven yelled. "Get the fuck out of there!"
More bursts of laughter escaped our lips. At some point my stomach was hurting so much that I had to lie down to catch my breath.
"Fun?" Reese finally asked.
I smiled at him. "Definitely fun!"
He smiled back.
So this is what it was like being friends with Reese Matthews. I could get used to this.