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"Woah, what the heck happened to you? A tornado made of paint or something?" She teased, cracking open a Redbull.
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Noah Carpenter - Noah smiled. "Ha-ha, very funny," he teased back, continuing to wash his paint brushes.
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She just chuckled, watching him.Whoever made him made him well.
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Noah Carpenter - Noah smiled. "How was class?"
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"Boring as usual, learned that the stuff we're learning in there we will never use so...that's something." Emery muttered, taking another swig of her drink.
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Noah Carpenter - "Class is always like that," he chuckled, now drying his brushes.
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'exactly," She mumbled, going to her room.
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Noah Carpenter - Noah smiled, watching her go. He finished up, putting his paint brushes back in her study room/his art room. He flopped down next to her on their bed, looking up at her.
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"Why are you so handsome?" She asks, tossing her phone aside and looking down at him.
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Noah Carpenter - Noah smiled. "Why are you so beautiful?"
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