Michael pulled up in front of Justine's house, she was sweeping outside on her stoop. She looked lovely, she was wearing a black shirt that split into a V shape in the back with denim waiste high jeans and black leather ankle boots. Her hair was tied up again, but it looked cute, she had a little bow keeping it in it's ponytail, with feathered bangs.
Michael on the other hand felt as though he had came a little too dressed up after seeing her, he was wearing a black leather jacket with zippers and buckles all over them with a red collar shirt underneath, black jeans, and black boots. His hair was down, some tied back, leaving a few loose curly strands in front of his face, just the way he liked it.
"Hey," Justine smiled and set the broom down into a corner. Michael heard Ooh Baby Baby by Smokey Robinson playing from inside the house.
"Hey," he smiled.
"Come in," she walked inside, Michael close behind. The song was playing on an old time record player from the 60's.
"Sorry, I like the oldies if you haven't notised," she laughed a little, Michael saw all of her records sitting on the table near the player. He smiled, "It's fine, I like that song too. You look nice by the way,"
"Thank you, you look nice too," she said. Michael stood near the door. Justine turned around and laughed, "Why are you just standing there? Make yourself at home," she smiled. Michael smiled and sat on the couch, he was sort of afraid to sit on it because it was so comfy that he would've probably fallen asleep within five minutes.
Justine blew her nose, resting her head on Michael's shoulder. Michael looked down at her, "Are you.. crying?" he asked.
"It was really touching, how she left everyone behind because she missed her home," Justine wiped her eyes. Michael smiled, they'd just finished watching The Wiz, which Michael acted in in the 70's. Justine had just watched it for only the first time. "Those were her friends, she loved Scarecrow... Lion... Tinman..." she said. Michael didn't know what to say.
"Pinky swear we'll always be friends starting now," Justine held out her pinky, turning to him eagerly. Michael pinky sweared her, he thought it was cute.
"Under one condition," Michael added.
"Nope you already pinky sweared!" Justine closed her eyes and began shaking her head like crazy. Michael tried to get her attension, she covered her ears, "LALALALALALA!" she shook her head. When she finished Michael took a deep breath, "Are we done acting like little kids now?" Michael said sarcastically, remembering when she said it to him the time he tried talking to her.
"Fine, what condition?" she asked, slumping down into the couch.
"You won't ever be rude to me, or anyone else, ever again," Michael said.
Justine's jaw dropped, "No!"
"Fine then nope we can't be friends," Michael lied, he knew in the back of his mind that he wanted to be her friend no matter what. He sort of had a small crush on her. Even though she'd never exactly been the type of person he'd ever thought he'd fall for because of first impressions, he could tell that all he needed was to figure her out. And that she was a good person, with alot locked inside that would love to be set free.
Justine sighed, "Fine..." she said.
Michael smiled, Justine got up and grabbed her cup of paint brushes and a blank canvas. She crawled to reach over and grab her paint cans just a little bit out of her reach. Her house wasn't necesarrily messy, but everything was somewhere that it shouldn't be.
"Paint me something," Justine smiled, "Its a tradition, that everytime I have a guest in my home, no matter who they are, that they paint something for me. Weather they know how or not," she said.
Michael felt like he was being put on the spot, he laughed a little and grabbed a paint brush, "Okay... I can't believe you're doing this," he felt a little embarrassed. He loved art so much, but after seeing her work he felt like he'd be put to shame. "So this is the... Edgebert brush?" Michael held up a short brush with a springy headl.
"Yes, how do you know!?" she looked a little excited.
"Well," Michael began to paint, starting with black first. Justine sat on the couch Indian style. "When I was a kid Diana.. Ross.. Would take me out ocassionally to buy pencils and paint and such and teach me all these wonderful things about art. That's where most of my knoweledge of art comes from,"
"That's really sweet," Justine said.
"Yeah, I thank her a great deal for it. If we weren't drawing or painting we'd be going to museums or something," Michael said, continuing to focus on the canvas. Justine didn't say anything for a while.
"You liked her didn't you? As you got older I mean?" she smiled.
Michael looked at her, "A little," he said, getting back to the paint.
"Liar," Justine stuck her tongue out at him. Michael sighed, "Okay, alot, but things just don't work out," he shrugged.
"Aww," Justine stared at him, "But you're still friends?"
"Of course," Michael said.
"That's good," she smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, when I was in third grade I liked this boy.. His name was Sammie. And he didn't like me because he said I had boo boo hair, because my mom would always put my hair in two ponytails and braid them every single day,"
Michael laughed histarically, "Awwe, that's aweful," he really did feel sympathy for her, it was funny. Justine laughed a little too, "Yeah, I must've cried so hard..." she shook her head, "I haven't liked anyone since," she said.
"Are you serious?" Michael asked.
"Yes," she said. Michael couldn't really take her seriously at this point.
"So you've never had any boyfriends or.. Anything?" he asked.
"Uh uh," Justine shook her head.
"I don't believe you," Michael continued to paint.
"Why not?" Justine asked.
"You're really beautiful, and even if you did have... boo boo hair... in the third grade you grew up to be a really charming girl, and you mean to tell me you've never had a boyfriend before?" Michael paused from the paint.
"Well that's not why, I mean yeah guys have asked me out before but.. I just don't find any of them worth my time. And after they find out that I won't kiss them they get all upset," she said.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked.
"I don't want to kiss anyone until I'm married, on my wedding day, when they say you may kiss the bride, that will be my first kiss... I promised God, and myself," Justine said, a little embarrassed, "Don't laugh," she quickly added.
"Why would I laugh? That's really sweet..." Michael smiled, he'd never heard anything like that before. He turned the canvas over to show her what he painted, it was Justine sitting on the couch Indian style. She smiled, "It's great!" she smiled and took it to set it down to dry.
"You're gooood," she said, still looking at it from a distance.
