Fresh smell of paint (open)

[Maddie West]

Maddie looked to the oil painting she had been working on in the last few days and smiled. She had bottled a lot of emotions up before she had painted it, but her emotions flowed into this painting each and every day she worked on it. At the moment she was halfway through with the painting of her parents. She had taken the moment and stored it somewhere in her memories for another day, and a those days where the past week. She had some of the background done and was mainly working on finishing the bodies of her parents' dancing figures as they danced in front of the fireplace with the Christmas tree in the corner close by. She hummed her favorite song that was playing on her iPod, Hemorrhage by Fuel, as she painted.

Her white washed jeans had paint all over them not to mention holes some of them patched up because of where they were. Her red shirt had had the sleeves ripped off by yours truely and the neck had a "v" cut into it once again by yours truly. Her black hair with blue, purple, and read streaks was surprisingly down and in it's natural wave. She was in front of one of the classroom windows so she could look out and to the city skyline of Brooklyn when she needed to stop for a moment.

Her back was turned to the wall and she had her headphones in her ears and her iPod hooked to them. She had the volume up so loud that if someone else were in there they could hear it some too. She was in her own world now and she wouldn't know if anybody walked in on her as she painted the picture of her parents dancing at Christmas time.

[Jamie Reynolds]

Even if you would have had the room completely silent you wouldn't have heard Jamie walk in. He was silent as a mouse as many would say. He rarely spoke unless spoken to first. And he wasn't the dating type. Maybe fooling around which was weird for his degree of shyness. But yes. He could be found doing this.
Another way he'd speak? If he felt it was necessary. Like now.
Just to test if her music was too loud.
"Don't you know you can go deaf that way?" he questioned before walking over and pecking her on the shoulder quietly.

The older teen just stood there in his white button-up shirt and black pants. Tennis shoes were gently placed on his feet with many markings of Sharpie on them. His hair had been intricately brushed and eyes lined in black.
He usually didn't wear eyeliner.
But today he had felt a need.
Just to further bring out his green eyes.

O.o.C|Sorry for the crappyness. ]:

[Maddie West]

She didn't notice Jamie come in as she usually didn't when she had everything except a painting tuned out of her mind. She didn't hear his voice since the rock music playing was so loud. She felt the tap on her shoulder and that's all it took for her little world to fade out of existence. She turned and looked at him with shining violet eyes. Her eyes were accented with dark brown eye shadow and black eyeliner. The usual make-up. She stopped her iPod and took out her headphones.

"Oh, didn't realize I wasn't alone. Can I help you?"

She asked sweetly as she set her brush and pain pallet down on the table next to her. She looked at him with some of her black and purple bangs falling over her left eye. She brushed it back some with the flick of her head then looked at him again.