瑞玢的左眼

meaning to stay at fine arts to see baily, but ended up talking to Michale again..lol..he was on his way home, i suppose, taking a bucket of clay on his bike. i walked up to him, "going home already?" the follows the conversation of how i didn't believe he could take all those on his bike. when i told him, "you're not gonna make it." he laughed and said, "you're just so cute" then accused me about the paints on my arm, "i thought you didn't like art." i argued, "i don't!"
"yeah, yeah, i'm not gonna believe your lies.." he laughed.
"get outta here." i yelled at him and smiled at the same time.