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Spell was sitting on the couch of the dining room with her legs crossed and a sketchbook in her hands. She seemed calm in the diners noisy space: Jet and Ghoul were playing their guitars, while the two siblings pretended to be the judges of a fake music competition.
Spell got lost in her thoughts and let her hand wander on the drawing paper as she kept glancing in her friends' direction, unexpectedly meeting Jet's eyes more than once. Her rosy cheeks turned bright red when she looked back at her sketchbook and saw a drawing of the curly haired man surrounded by little floating hearts.
The girl closed the book with a thud, the room got suddenly quiet and the men turned around.
Spell let out a nervous laugh and stood up, ready to leave the room, when Party walked up to her.
"Not so fast darling. Why are you blushing like that?" They smirked, emphasizing the pet name.
"I'm not blushing, Party. And don't call me darling" Spell muttered, trying to leave.
"What do we have here, uh?" The red head stole the girl's sketchbook from her hands and started turning the pages, holding it high enough to avoid her taking it back.
"Give it back, it's none of your business" No matter how hard she tried, Party kept on going, commenting on each sketch. They would have got to Jet's portrait in a matter of seconds.
As soon as they got to the last drawn page everyone got quiet once again. Spell's face was bright red, but the killjoys couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.
"I hate you" She said to no one in particular, after finally snatching her belonging back from their hands and ripping the page off of it.
"Here, have fun" The girl crumpled the piece of paper and threw it, hitting her group leader in the chest. She left without saying anything, but it was clear she didn't want to be followed.
"You fucked up" Kobra said to his sibling after a few seconds of complete silence.
"I didn't mean to-" They tried to justify their action, but Jet angrily interrupted his friend "What the hell was that for?". He bended down to pick up the paper ball and unfolded it "You acted like an asshole, Poison".
The drawing was really cute, simple, but accurate. She was so talented, and pretty and Jet was definitely smiling like an idiot.
He quickly recomposed himself "I'll go talk to her, and you-" Jet grabbed Party by the collar of their jacket "You better apologize and stop being so insensitive".
Party glanced at their brother, who just shrugged as Jet left the room.
"Spell?" The man knocked four times on her door, which opened slowly.
"Are you here to make fun of me?" She asked with a small voice, not looking up.
"Of course not, I came here to check on you. Can I come in?" He replied sofly, walking inside the room. "Oh Spell, what did you do?" Ripped pages were laying on the floor, Jet started picking them up.
"I was angry..." The girl stared as her friend carefully picked up every single page from the ground.
"I know, I assure you none of this will happen ever again" Jet said, sitting at Spell's desk, "So, where do you keep the duct tape?".
The girl tilted her head and looked at him with questioning eyes.
"We're gonna fix your sketchbook of course" The man stretched out his arm and Spell gave him what he asked for, scoffing. "You don't have to do it, Jet" She sat beside him, he was focused on cutting tape strips.
"I know, but I want to".
His hands worked quickly but carefully at the same time, Spell was amazed by how gentle and precise the man was, " Why? It's not that important".
Jet sighed "It is, Spell". He turned his body so that he was facing her "You should be able to enjoy doing the things you love. What Party did was not okay, but that doesn't mean you have to stop doing something you have talent for".
The girl looked at him, a slight blush creeped on her face "Do you really think that?".
Jet put one of his hands into his pocket, and took out the drawing she made earlier, unfolding the page "I really like your art, Spell" he rested his hands on top of hers.
"And I like you too, by the way" Jet leaned in, giving the girl a quick peck on the lips before standing up and walking to the door. "Is it okay if I keep your drawing of me?".
Spell frantically nodded, brain fried and cheeks still red from after the kiss.
"Sweet" Jet smirked and left the room.