Good Boys and Bad Girls Don't Mix Pt 79: Somehow

"Alright everyone, you did so well last week and I'm very proud of you." Mrs. Maxwell tells us as we sit in our seats and wait for her to give us directions.
"I want you guys to keep up the momentum though, so you need to be at your best tomorrow." She reminds us and we all nod.
"Alright, I want to work on solos again. I know its boring but you guys sing so well together." She tells us and we all groan a little before Mrs. Maxwell starts working on a piece with Tarren. The rest of us sit and pass the time away texting or doodling. I start to sketch Matt; his amazing blue eyes.
"Miss Takashi?" Mrs. Maxwell asks and I look up from my note book.
"I'm sorry." I say absent mindedly.
"I'd like to work on Without You with you and Damon." I close my note book and stand.
"Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you." A lot of people disagree with me; but I always liked Daphne Ruban-Vega a lot better then Rosario Dawson. Something about the way her voice is rougher always seemed truer to the character. I'm worried about my mural and Miss Benson is too. Its my senior project and its vital that I get it done. You'll get it done somehow. You always do; what Miss Benson told me this morning. And she's right I always do get it done somehow. But this is one hell of a somehow. Its only half way through the day and I'm already tired; we were up way to late last night. I should go to bed early tonight but Matt's coming over so chances are I won't. Tomorrow is Saturday so its not as though it matters or anything. I just can't wait for this day to end. I find myself sitting staring at the clock and am thrilled when its time for painting. I go outside, having Chase and a few other guys help me carry my mural out to the front of the school again. I sit down and look it over and before long finf myself zoned out, thinking about this and that; nothing particularlly important. I snap myself out of it though and start to work. I don't think I'm going to P.E. today, I really need to get this mural done soon. I'm almost gone done but I still feel like I have a long way to go. I don't end up going to P.E. and when Matt comes looking to me after school I'm still sitting out there painting.
"Odile?" He asks when he sees me sitting still painting even after the bell rang.
"What are you still doing out here?" He asks; I don't even look up at him when he asks.
"Painting." I tell him and he I'm sure shakes his head at me; I can't tell since I'm not really looking at him.
"So are you still coming over tonight?" He's kneeling down beside me and I feel his hand on my cheek as he tries to make me turn and look at him. I set my paint brush down and give him a kiss.
"Of course." He smiles at me and gives me another quick kiss.
"Can you help me move these back inside?"
When we get to Matt's house Kaleigh runs inside and upstairs and Matt drags me right to the couch.
"Matt." I whisper. I was intending to do my homework or something meaningful like that.
"We can do it later." He whispers into my ear.
"While your sisters in the house?" I ask and he backs off.
"Fine; we'll wait until after she goes to bed." He whispers as though its difficult for him or something. Kaleigh comes skipping down the stairs a few mintues later.
"Told you." I whisper into his ear and he sneers playfully at me.
"I finished my book!" She chirps gleefully before running back up the stairs with a soda.
"Now I just have to write a report about it!" She says sounding notably less thrilled this time.
"Good luck!" I call up the stairs after her.
"I'm going to make dinner. What do you feel like?" I ask and he tries to pull me back on the couch.
"Come on; I have to make dinner."