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harper lay in bed, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she heard her sisterâs door open and her footsteps resonate in the kitchen before she squealed and went back to her bedroom, the door closing, again. harper had found that, while she was glad heather and gabe were finally together, the sleepless weekend nights were not what she was expecting. after last weekend, she thought she wouldâve heard from patrick a little more, but other than the conversation they had had in art, it had been radio silent. harper didnât want to seem desperate, but all of her siblings suddenly had boyfriends and weekend plans and harper was here, all alone.
pulling out her phone, harper pulled up patrickâs name and started a message, calculating her text. she didnât want to seem overly excited to talk to him, but she also wanted to get out of her apartment. she didnât need to hear the slamming of the bed into the wall or their giggling. at this point, harper would actually be okay with him teasing her of being needy or whatever if it meant she could leave.Â
if i offered coffee, would you save me?
vague, but to the point. and hopefully he wouldnât ask too many questions that would keep her stuck in the apartment.Â
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surely, patrick didnât have a bone to pick with harper at first, cause she was just a little bit annoying. but now, there was actually an excuse for his less than positive behavior with her. and when he got that text from her, he was quite ready to pick that bone. in fact, instead of texting, he picked up the phone and dialed her. made a large sigh when she answered. âhey harper...â he started saying flatly, before his tone turned slightly more angry. âcoffee sounds great. maybe then you can explain to me why my mom is asking about the spunky red head thatâs friending her on facebook...â
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harper rolled her eyes at patrickâs comment, most of them, really. âoh please, everyone is a little embarrassed when their naked, right? and people find the flaws⌠it makes paintings more interesting, but I have yet to see one that iâm not totally embarrassed by.â he was from new york. it was quite the trip, new york to florida. âiâve always wanted to go to new york. not for the food, but that would be an added bonus. youâll have to take me some day when weâre in love and married.â harper laughed and stuck her tongue out, knowing full well it wasnât likely they would ever end up as a romantic anything. sheâd never be opposed, especially with his face, but she doubted heâd be interested in her. feeling him lean against her, she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, taking a deep breath of the cool, grease-filled air and took a step forward, feeling her body run into a table just as he offered to pay. âoh my god, Iâm soâŚâ turning to the table, harper was face to face with her twin, he was all but sitting in⌠gabeâs lap? âumâŚâ clearing her throat, she got herself on her feet and pushed patrick up a little, giving a tight smile to the couple? âhi, heather. not expecting⌠um, big family, this is what itâs like.â turning, she smiled at patrick, âthis is my twin, heather. and⌠best friend?â she raised an eyebrow at gabe before her eyes fell on the fries. âoh mah god, fries. Here, sit.â harper let patrick sit before she pushed him over slightly, grabbing the basket of fries and picking one up, dropping it quickly. âoh, fresh, even better. here, try these.â looking up at the 2 across from her, she took a bite of another fry, sucking in some air to cool it down before munching on the rest. âso you 2 look nice and coupley. finally pull the ass out of your stick? no⌠stick, out of your⌠well, you know.â leaning on her elbow, harper turned to patrick, âtheyâve been best friends forever. he replaces me most of the time, i swear.â picking up another fry, she waved it in the air towards gabe and heather, âthey slept together last night and heather was making this big olâ deal about it. i always told her though, gabe would probably be a good layâŚâ widening her eyes, she turned to her twin, âoh, iâm so sorry. thatâs so rude!â wrapping her arm around her art partnerâs shoulder, she leaned against him slightly, realizing that sitting made the alcohol rush to her head faster, somehow. âthis is patrick. artist in the making. i was helping him with some extraaaa credit. he did great.â she gave a big grin to patrick and bit the fry.
 âoh weâre getting married now? not with the double taxes in new york.â patrick laughed as he walked into the diner. and suddenly, harper looked like she had seen a ghost for a second. âhey you cool?â he asked, just as she approached a young couple, one with a girl who almost looked exactly like her. soon to be explained her twin sister, and her best friend. âoh shit, hey!â he introduced himself, before sliding into the booth and had the fries that were offered up for him. soon he was learning all the skeletons of harperâs sister, that he probably shouldnât have been learning so soon. something about them sleeping together for the first time and it was a whole thing. patrick just sat silently as he was introduced as he shoved more french fries in his mouth. âuhh...yeah hi.â he said awkwardly, as heather and gabe stood up to leave, with her not looking exactly happy. âyeah, nice to mee you both.â he said as they ran out of the diner. âthey seem nice.â he shrugged to harper, popping another fry in his mouth. âi guess all big families fight sometimes?â maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he met harper, and maybe it was just another adventure for him to finally embark on.
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harper shrugged, âi used to hate it, but it was a job. now itâs⌠still embarrassing, but it allows me to look at myself as art. strangely enough, i critique myself less. i donât hold myself to standards that are unattainable.â grabbing her bag, she smiled as patrick stood up, laughing slightly. âno one knows about this though, so youâre sworn to secrecy. thatâs where the alcohol comes in.â harper gave him a smile as she lead him out of the room, shutting off the lights before pulling the door closed and locking it. âwhere is home? if you donât mind me asking?â she glanced at him before turning back to the door and tugging on it to make sure it was locked, then grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the back door. âlike i said, the alcohol is so you forget all of this. also to help you loosen up. and look at you now, painting for extra credit. that never happens in any other college course. consider yourself lucky!â looking around, she gathered her surroundings before heading in the direction of the diner.
âwell, you shouldnât be embarassed.â patrick said confidently, as he swung his bag over his shoulder. heâs pretty sure it was all his inner concious and the alcohol in his system. âiâm the best at keeping secrets.â he lied. he in fact sometimes he could say stuff without thinking, but he wouldnât let harper know that, he said it more to be assuring than anything. âback home is the city. the big ny. born and raised. greasy street fries are the best.â he shrugged as he walked with her to the door, in the direction of wherever they were going. though he didnât account for the breeze that made him feel the liquor rush to his face. âoh fuck.â he said, trying not to fall over hismelf, finally finding something to lean on, which happened to be harperâs shoulder. âscuse em maâm.â he laughed, drunkenly. he hadnât been this drunk, or been this happy in a very long time if he was honest. âjuuuust for that, iâll even pay for your french fries.â he offered, as he kept walking, still leaning on her. âso whatâs it like? coming from a big family and all?â
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shrugging her shoulders, harper nodded, âbig family. couldnât imagine anything else now, ya know? itâs weird to think of not having everyone in my life.â she smiled at his compliment on her painting, a blush forming on her cheeks. she was sure she could blame the alcohol, but from what she learned of herself, she didnât usually turn red with the liquid. it was rare she got those kinds of compliments, anymore. it was usually iâve seen better or a you donât seem to have the same passion as you once did and usually just a lot of backhanded compliments. harper gave him an enticing smile and nodded her head, walking across the platform before spinning and walking backwards. âit was a way to get by and now⌠sometimes you just want to feel pretty. and seeing different interpretations is intriguing.â hearing his comment, harper came out of the haze slightly and nodded her head, stepping down from the platform. âno, yeah, of course. we hardly know each otherâŚâ she chuckled awkwardly as she took his paint brushes and threw them in with the rest to soak. âi mean, if you do want more practice, i can give you a schedule. so you know when not to comeâŚâ honestly, it was silly of her to think heâd want to see her nude, anyway. that was just⌠she was like a tutor. there were some rules against it.  âi can call you an uber, if youâd like? or food. you said you didnât eat before, right? thereâs a diner just down the road from here. best fries, honestly.â
âyeah, i guess theyâre cool.â it was hard to relate to others as a single child with parents who cared more about grades than anything else. but he was still in shock that harper actually attended these, AND was a model from time to time. but suddenly she got...weird. definitely not the way she had been throughout the day. definite mood change. âi mean i wouldnât say no....more of a challenge i guess.â patrick winked at her, as he finished packing his stuff. âbesides if you like it, keep doing it.â he shrugged as he stood up, slowly as the liquor went through his veins...but the mention of her food got him interested. âoh no one makes fries like back home....but i will accept your challenge.â he grinned drunkenly at her as he took a few âhastyâ steps. âand whoâs idea was it to get me drunk again? i think it mustâve been you.â he pointed at her, another grin forming on him.
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harper let him laugh. it wasnât an unusual response. heâd get a kick out of finding out that it was a reese thing. their parents thought it was cute and convenient. âclingy is the perfect word. weâre all super close in age so it was bound to happen. plus, twin older sisters, twin middle sisters, plus 2 brothers scattered in the middle of it all? we had to have alliances. all of us against our parents.â 8 kids vs. 2 adults was already hard enough, but with their âalliancesâ that they lived by, it made it that much more difficult for their parents. now that she was older, she actually felt sort of bad about it. looking between their paintings, she eyed patrick as he started to do what everyone did after painting. âhey, you canât compare yourself to me. iâve been doing this for⌠years. itâs my major, and its my job.â she took all of the brushes and shrugged her shoulders at his apology, âi pushed you out of your comfort zone. it was expected. but, for what itâs worth, you did a lot better than I thought you would.â she gave him a smile before tossing the brushes into the sink and running warm water of them before turning and leaning against the counter.  âbesides, i should know the female anatomy better than you. i have it. all of it. plus when youâre up there, you learn a lot about your body you never thought youâd have to learn.â tightening the core, crossing one leg over the other in a particular way to tighten or smooth the skin, hand here and head there to make the body look longer than it was. it took a long time for harper to figure it out. turning the water off, she let the brushes soak before returning to their easels, taking in what he had done. âlooks good enough for extra credit to me.â taking her pencil, harper wrote a small EC HR in the corner so their professor would know to give credit where credit was due. âIf you wanna do it again, iâll be up there tomorrow.â he was attractive, and she had a pretty nice buzz. she was shocked she wasnât already up there without any clothes, honestly. she had, unfortunately, and to everyoneâs dismay, turned out a lot more like casey than she had thought possible. including the reckless behavior with men. Â
âoh wow, a big family.â patrick said, tilting his head slightly, he had never had the expericence of a big family, or really any family at all. all he ever knew was him and his mom, since he can only remember small things of his dad. so he was...dare he say envious of her family. âyeah i guess. but still, youâre a good painter.â he smiled at her, taking another drink, and was awfully gleeful of the fact he got extra credit and that he knew enough of anatomy. âi sure hope so. thanks.â he chuckled as he went to pack up his things he brought, before she also brough up that she in fact also worked there. âwait...â he said. he was trying to make sure that he wasnât hearing things from the strong buzz he was given. âyou work here? as...â he said, pointing at where the nude lady once stood. patrick let out a small chuckle before crossing his arms, raising her eyebrow. ânow donât get me wrong...â she slurred, his vision growing blurry from the lack of food. âbut i think you want e to come here.â
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harper raised an eyebrow at his comment on heather being the sane one before a laugh erupted from her. âheather? the sane one. boy, you really havenât met a reese. i donât know how my parents survived. i think⌠maybe my oldest sister would be considered sane. sheâs also on a date with her ex-fiance who went into rehab six years ago, so iâll let you take that as you will.â pulling her legs up, harper crossed here leg as she finished her glass, sighing. âone our of four? that is terrible, but psych, thatâs pretty cool. makes sense with your difficulties to let loose.â harper winked as she looked at the painting, a smile forming on her face. there was color, the female anatomy and everything in between. nodding here head, she leaned back and gave patrick a smile. âi never wouldâve known you knew the female anatomy. itâs a step in the right direction.â harper looked at the model and waved her away, and the girl got up quickly and threw on a robe before going into the dressing room.  âi can close up here, iâll come early tomorrow for my shift and open up as well.â and before she knew it, it was just patrick and harper.  âhow are you feeling? feeling like you can open up more, enjoy the process?â
it seemed like the party they had been dying out after a couple of hours. in fact soon him and harper were the only ones left. his eyebrow raised when he said his twinâs name. âiâm sorry. your twin is named..heather?....heather and harper?â suddenly, he kind of burst out into a fit of chuckles. âsorry thats funny. your siblings seem....well...clingy if iâm honest. but weâll say loyal for the faint of heart.â he said, finishing the last of his scotch glass. âhey, psych isnât for everyone. just like painting isnât for everyone.â he laughed, looking at his painting. and though she was complementary, he couldnât help but look over at harpers, which was a million times better. âi mean looks like you know the female anatomy better than me.â he laughed, looking at the painting still, not even noticing the actual naked model in front of him leaving. âi mean...i feel kind of useless now. compared to you, there was no reason i should even try.â he said, hopping over to her seat as she cleaned up. âlook iâm sorry for being a dick earlier. i appreciate your help. and for what itâs worth, your actually really talented.â
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Was Harper being stubborn? Yes. But, if you knew the Reeseâs, you knew that was right up their alley. So, when Patrick apologized (he said he would try, so that was an apology in her book), her attitude changed instantly. That was all she wanted in the first place. Rather quickly the night turned around. The vodka seemed to help him, and while she was done with her painting, he was still working on his while they talked and got to know each other. âAm I that obvious?â He nailed it on the head. A Gemini, ENFP, she was curious how much astrology he actually knew. âGemini sun, Sagittarius moon and Cancer ascending. Iâm pretty all over the place. And I am the middle child, with a twin, which is pretty fitting. Thereâs 8 of us, so imagine my luck of being right in the middle. Let me guess youâŚâ she turned to Patrick and stared him in intently, going over the last hour they had spent together. âSagittarius, INJFâŚ. Libra moon and a Sag ascending? And youâre giving me some oldest or only child vibes.â She wasnât well versed in astrology since sheâd only just taken a liking to looking further. âHow off am I? Be honest, I only just looked into this stuff like⌠a year ago.â
âyouâre not obvious, iâm just really good at what i do.â patrick laughed as he continued to paint and harper told him more about her life and family. so her personality does make sense. her bubbliness, her need to include and be included, it all fit with a middle child of a big family. and on top of it....a twin. âoh wow thereâs two of you?â he chuckled looking over at her. âletâs hope sheâs the sane one.â he laughed again, often what he did when he was drinking was laugh at his own jokes in case no one else did. âyouâre spot on with injf. but iâm a virgo. leo moon and ascending.â he shrugged. âbut youâre not too bad. astrology is gonna be a big part of my psychology plan. i think we can tell a lot about the stars, even if we donât all believe it.â patrick looked back at the painting, it was defintiely a lot more colorful and less black as originally. âwhat do you think, better?â he asked, turning his painting to harper.
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harper raised an eyebrow at patrick when he said they werenât good friends, her heart dropping slightly. no, they werenât good friends. she would say they probably werenât even friends at all, but she was trying to help, and she wouldnât say it out loud that they werenât friends. was she being too much? sometimes that happened with harper. her help was overwhelming to most people. she made eye contact with roger, who raised an eyebrow at her, silently asking if patrick was cool to stay. she nodded her head before turning back to their spot, setting down his shot glass as he protested against it, giving her some bullshit reason about mixing alcohol and not having dinner yet. handing the bottle off, harper turned back to patrick, downed her shot, and shrugged her shoulders. âyouâre so worried about getting help with that stupid class. do you ever just loosen up and forget about school for a few minutes?â she turned back to her easel and started back up with her painting. âthis is supposed to be fun. what are you worried about? your appearance? who your friends with? how people see you? just stop thinking for a few seconds. everything will be better if you do that.â was she annoyed? maybe? was it because he said they werenât friends? definitely. if she had one thing in common with heather (which she did, they were more alike than most people would like), it was that most things were taken personally, and then taken too far. apparently this situation was no different. Â
patrick could tell he severely pissed her off, even if it wasnât by much. sometimes his words, whether true or not, can come accross as harsh. âitâs just...school is important to me. even if itâs an elective.â he sighed as he looked over at what she was painting. she seemed so...free when compared to him. her painting had much more color and life to it than his did that was for sure. and from her comments, in hindsight, patrick probably shouldnât have said they werenât friends, kind of a dick thing to say. âokay...i will.â he said, as he lifted his shot glass that was filled with vodka. âletâs see if youâre right about this.â
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and as much as he would hate to admit it...she was right. sure, patrickâs head was spinning, and his empty stomach did nothing for it...but after two vodka shots and one and a half cups of scotch... he was actually having fun. he painted all the details of the nude woman before him, with different colors and shapes....and it actually didnât look half bad. and heck...he and harper were getting along better. he wasnât too much in his head, they were laughing, she got him to talk a lot more...which was insanely hard to do. âso youâre a gemini right?â he laughed as he took another drink of his scotch. âyouâve definitely got an ENFP or ENSP personality, which is a common trait for gemini. i also suspect youâre the middle child? am i getting close?â
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harper laughed and rolled her eyes at his privacy, then at the insult, which others surely heard. âartists are great with their fingers, but we can also hear things.â she winked at him as she began her painting, rolling her eyes again at his sarcasm, but catching his look once he took the sip. she knew a thing or 2 about scotch. once he started painting, her eyes wandered to his painting, noticing that his painting was missing⌠things. looking over to him as he spoke, she shrugged her shoulders. âright now, no, itâs not extra credit. itâs meant to help you loosen up. clearly⌠that hasnât happened yet.â standing up, she moved to behind patrick and squatted to his line of sight, moving a little so she could see what he saw.  âfirst, youâre skimping on the details. if you were doing abstract, then fine, but I donât think thatâs what youâre going for.â she gave him a side-eye, knowing better than to fully turn to him, since their lips would be centimeters apart, and he would surely be able to smell the liquor she had drank before meeting up with him. âitâs okay to look at her breasts. thatâs what sheâs getting paid for.â she whispered in his ear before leaning back. putting her hands on his shoulders, she gently rubbed them, then shook him a little. âcome on, just let loose a little. here, let meâŚâ turning, she looked towards roger, the owner.  âif everyone doesnât mind, iâd like to crack open the good stuff and get the music a little louder. my friend here, he needs to loose up a bit.â she winked at patrick one more time before going to where roger kept the liquor for only those he knew, grabbing the bottle of vodka and turning the music up a little louder when there were no objections. pouring 2 shots into glasses, she set it down for the next pair before heading back over to patrick and setting it down. âloosen up. â
patrick continued painting, but it looked like harper was very unimpressed by what he had painted so far. âiâm just painting her....lines...â he said confused as he continued to sip his scotch, hoping it would black him out from this utter weird experience. âi havenât gotten there yet.â he said, just as harper demanded they turn up the music and bring out the âgood stuffâ whatever that was. âokay weâre not that good friends everyone.â he announced right after her. soon enough the music was louder, and harper disappeared, and patrick wondered what the heck he was getting himself into with this girl. but soon enough she was back with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. âyouâve got to be kidding...â he started saying as she poured the shots and handed one to him. âno no no no no.â he doth protested, carefully examining the contents in the glass. ânot only have i not eaten dinner, but mixing different alcohols can definitely get you more messed up quicker...do you really think any of this will help me in class?â
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harper didnât speak as her heeled boots clicked on the cracked sidewalks, making her way to the familiar building, her eyes glimmering in the evening light.  âif I were going to kill you, I wouldnât bring you here. Although, it would be a good way to go, trust me.â She winked as she entered the code into the back door and let patrick walk in, following closely behind. normally she wouldnât have found herself in this position, bringing some random to her safe haven, to her part-time job that no one knew about. yet here she was, helping this kid raise his grade. well, helping him get in touch with his inner artist to raise his grade. plus, if she approved of his work tonight, it could count towards extra credit, which she hadnât told him yet. harper laughed when they walked into the room, continuing to head towards 2 empty easels. âoh, come on now. i know youâve seen plenty of naked women. itâs her job to sit there, and itâs our job to capture her beauty.â Pulling a bottle of 30-year-old scotch sheâd splurged on when she first found this place, pouring some for herself before grabbing the empty wine glass at patrickâs station and filling it up a little more than usual, tilting it towards him. ârelaxes the nerves, opens up the mind, doesnât taste too bad, either.â cheersing her glass with his, she took a sip before grabbing her paint brush and beginning the work.Â
patrick wasnât sure what to make of this, as he was thrusted into this situation by harper, and dragged to one of the empty easels. âwhether i have or not is none of your business. are all artists this insane?â he said, before noticing some of the other participants around him looking a bit offended. he gave an apolegetic look, before he picked up the wine glass harper filled with scotch. âclassy.â he said sarcastically before clinking his glass with hers. he took a sip, giving an impressed look to the fact it was a decent type of scotch. he looked around at his options of paint. he kind of shrugged, and took the black paint, into his brush and looked up the nude woman and started painting her lines. âand how is this going to help?â he asked, trying to avoid staring at her inappropriate bits, and left them blank. âis this extra credit or something?â
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âokay, where the hell are you taking me?â patrick would rather be doing anything than worrying about his elective class. he thought when he signed up for art, it would be an easy A, but he was sorely mistaken, with his recent grades on projects. and now his new art partner, harper, was taking him somewhere mysterious. apparently to âhelp him get in touchâ or whatever their teacher was going on about. but what he did know, is that if this girl could help him raise his C grade in the class, he would take it. eventually they arrived at some sketchy old building. âiâm definitely getting killed tonight, arenât i?â he asked, as he was dragged through the building. when they arrived at the room, all he saw was a circle full of easels and drunks, and one very naked lady in the middle. âno...way...â
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