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°MARCH 16, 2020
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ophelia sat directly in the middle of her bed, drawing. the space around her was unintentionally even. her legs were crossed while her sketchbook rested in her lap.
she had her airpods in, listening to Lost by frank ocean on repeat.
ophelia wasn't around the seaveys like she usually would have been. she wasn't in the mood for human interaction, she didn't want to talk to anybody, and her mind was elsewhere.
as she mindlessly and effortlessly drew, the ginger's head questioned everything about her relationship with a certain blue eyed boy.
the two had been spending a lot of time together. whether they were alone, or with the small family group. they were together.
it wasn't until ophelia got this time to herself, and to actually allow her mind to wonder, that she noticed that her and daniel have been subtly flirting with each other.
she would always admire him when he wasn't looking. when the two would cuddle, she would always have a constant feeling of butterflies in her stomach. when the two would get lost in each other's eyes, her cheeks would flush, and she would get a feeling in her heart.
when he would wrap his arms around her waist, the same thing happened every time. a zoo would erupt in her stomach, her cheeks would turn a deep pink, and she would freeze for a second or two.
ophelia snapped out of her thoughts for a second to look at the results of her drawing. this picture was of daniel, with his arm around ophelia. the two stood surrounded by different kinds of butterflies, a smile on both their faces.
the girl admired the sketch, quickly deciding that it deserves to be on a large canvas.
so, ophelia got off her bed, made her way to her humongous art cabinet, where she pulled out a 6 by 4 ft canvas. ophelia placed the canvas on a short easel, then going back to the cabinet to take out the five buckets of paints, placing each on the table next to the easel, followed by quite a few paper plates.
ophelia sat down in her clear, rolling chair and began her process with a light sketch and outline.
once again getting lost in her art, her mind went back to daniel. and just like he did, her mind traveled back to the past, and all the moments they had.
all the face masks they did together.
all the times he took care of her when she was on her period.
all the times he made her feel better when she was upset. no matter what it was about.
all the times they would go to stores in the middle of he night.
all the all nighters.
all the times they would paint together.
the hikes together.
the watermelon eating competitions.
the apple juice chugging competitions.
every time he was there for a gymnastics meet.
all the times they would blast music from the playlist they made together(which they both still listen to).
all the times he would let her draw on him.
all the times he would sing her to sleep.
all the times they danced together while backing or just in general.
all the times they would talk about anything and everything.
these thoughts put a smile on the girls face, wishing daniel was with her at the moment so they could have fun together.
something inside of her told her to ask herself a very serious question. her heart wanted her to ask, and say yes. her mind wanted her to ask, yet only part of her wanted to ignore it.
not believe that fact that a four letter word could ever be said about daniel-in that way-and the feeling being mutual.
so, as she finished her drawing which took thirty-eight minutes, ophelia disregarded her feelings, pushing them aside.
"hey google, play my "butterfly and giraffe" playlist on spotify please." ophelia announced, stopping her frank ocean music.
"now play "butterfly and giraffe" on spotify." the google replied as ophelia tied her hair into a very messy and loose bun. she had hairs sticking out in every direction, but ophelia paid it no mind.
in a different part of los angeles, daniel, christian, and their friends were all siting together. four of those boys had dyed there hair thirty minutes ago, daniel being one of them.
he called ophelia earlier that day, asking for her opinion on what color he should go with. she said she would love to see him in blonde again, but overall didn't care.
so daniel being daniel, decided to be bold and go with pink, knowing it wouldn't be what she expected.
"daniel, call phelia." christian suggested.
"oh yeah, i wanna know what she thinks of my hair dying skills." franny added, flicking her hair and moving to stand behind daniel.
"ok." daniel responded, trying to hide the clear smile on his face. he took his phone out of his pocket, and going through his contacts quickly finding ophelia.
"are you guys dating yet?" bobby asked from his spot across from daniel.
"what?" daniel asked, looking up from his phone.
"are you guys dating yet?" bobby repeated.
"what no! she doesn't like me like that." daniel sighed.
"did she tell you that?" oscar asked.
"no..." daniel trailed off.
"but you like her?" kian asked.
daniel shifted in his seat before responding. "i do." christian's eyes widened.
"what?! why didn't you tell me you admitted it to yourself?" he yelled.
daniel pushed the facetime button. "because i didn't want to listen to you say i told you so."
"haha christian would say that." franny laughed.
"of course i would, this dumbass finally realized he has feelings for his best friend." christian exclaimed.
"ah, a classic love story." corey sighed with a smile.
"i hate all of you." daniel said, shaking his head as ophelia answered the phone.
her phone was stood up against one of the buckets of paint, angled to where you could see her sitting in her chair with her short legs crossed.
she held a paper plate in her left hand. the plate had blue and black paint for her favorite butterfly, the blue monarch. the paint brush she held in her right hand had the blue paint on it as she began to paint her third butterfly. in the space in her legs she had a silver reusable starbucks cup filled with apple juice.
dua lipa's Blow Your Mind was playing and ophelia was softly singing along.
her face held complete focus as she completely forgot that she answered daniel's call. not that daniel minded though. he took this as an opportunity to admire the girl through the screen while she did what she loved.
"did she forget she picked up the phone?" maverick asked.
"yeah, she does that a lot." christian nodded. "especially when she's painting or has road rage."
"do we-" william trailed off.
"red?" daniel finally spoke.
"yeah?" ophelia softly replied, not turning away from her painting.
"will you give me your attention?" daniel teased.
ophelia giggled, "no, i busy."
"if christian and i bring chipotle home can i have your attention?" daniel asked, tilting his head slightly with a smile on his face.
"i can agree to that." she nodded, putting the paint plate and paint brush down, picking up her drink, and walking out of the camera frame.
"that's not giving me your attention bubba." daniel laughed.
"calm your tits bubs. im just getting a lollipop." ophelia said in a british accent which caused some on the other end to laugh.
"don't be aggressive child." corey called through the screen.
"corey, i may be 4'9", but i wont hesitate to snap something in your arm or neck." ophelia warned, walking back into the frame, still yet to look at the phone.
"is that a threat?" corey asked.
"sure, a threat." ophelia slowly nodded before finally looking at the phone. at the sight of daniel, her movement to unwrap the lollipop with one had stopped and her jaw dropped.
"do you like it?" daniel chuckled.
"holy shitballs daniel." ophelia laughed slightly, putting her hand on her forehead. "it's bold, let me say that."
"but do you like it?" daniel questioned again.
"i do. i think it suites you and your bubbly personality." ophelia nodded, putting the lollipop in her mouth.
"i just wanna say that i did that." franny spoke up, appearing in the frame. ophelia giggled, returning to her previous position on the chair.
"you did good fran." ophelia nodded before mouthing along to Fuck Love, which daniel smiled at.
"are you listening to our playlist?" he asked, combing a hand through his hair.
"indeed i am." ophelia nodded.
"you two have a playlist?" oscar asked.
"mhmm, over 450 songs." daniel answered.
"okay, that fucking adorable, and nobody can tell me different." christian spoke.
ophelia stopped her painting movements to turn her head at the camera slowly. "christian, you knew about it." she said.
"fuck off, leave me alone."
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this is a nice chapter :)