It is an honor to your aid in bringing your dreams to life." He said in a courteous voice. Hanging with her was so much fun for him. It always left him with a chin-to-chin smile. Anna was more than a best friend to him. "Alright then, let's get to work," she said. He brought out all his spray paint from his bag. He had them in many colors. Immediately, they began to spray.
Jay was a very talented artist. They attended the same junior high. And since then, they have been painting partners. Just then they began to paint. "Are you sure about this, Commander?" President Prescott asked. He and Commander Jamal were alone in the office, late that night.
"Yes, Your Excellency," Commander Jamal replied.
President Prescott picked up the landline. He then kept it back on the table as he was double-minded about phoning them.
"Do it, Sir," Commander Jamal said.
"It feels awkward; we have phoned them in ages," President Prescott whined.
"Sir, my Intel does not lie. It was a werewolf, but this time bigger, like the alpha," Commander replied him. President Prescott pondered for quite a while and then took a deep breath, as to indicate that his mind was made up. He then picked up the landline and phoned them. The moment they received the call, silence set to for a few seconds. "I presume you know the purpose of this unprecedented call, Vincent," President Prescott started.
"No. But, I am not assuming it is to wish me, merry Christmas. Quite unfair there are no holidays in my kingdom."
"No games, Vincent," President Prescott said.
"I am a King put some respect to my name," King Vincent roared, literarily. His roar did not frighten President Prescott. His high and mighty roar.
"Where is your son?" President Prescott enunciated every word in that sentence.
"Why do you ask?"
"Where is your son?" He repeated.
"He is in his cell."
"No. He is in my city; causing mayhem."
"What!" King Vincent exclaimed. King Vincent began to have a quick sidebar with his commander-in-chief, Black Arrow. President Prescott and Commander Jamal could hear their private discussion over the phone.
"What is this I hear?" King Vincent asked her.
"I am sorry sir," she pleaded.
"Speak, do not plea!"
"We thought it wise to keep his disappearance away from you Sir until we apprehend him."
"What!"
"For… For your health sir," she stuttered.
"You thought what? He has been out for 24 hours and I, King Vincent the first, am not aware..."
"...For your information, King Vincent," President Prescott interrupted. "One of my promises to my people was to keep them safe; have them live their lives without any fear. But your son is making it hard for me to fulfill my promise." President Prescott took a deep breath. His rage was fueled. He then continued, "We give you 7 days, Vincent, 7 days to get your rabid dog out of our territory, or else there would a battle between the animals and the hunters. Trust me; the hunters never lost the battle. New flash, 24 hours is gone." Just then, President Prescott hung up.
"Your excellence, 7 days is too long. I suggest we wage war now," Commander Jamal said.
"No war, Jamal! No war!"
"Oh, it is really beautiful," Jay said, as they finished painting. They both took a few steps back to stare and admire the beauty of their artwork.
"Your dream is finally coming true, yes?"
"Yes," she was excited. She painted at her best when upset, but ended every painting session very much excited. "Exactly what I saw in my dream," she added."If there was going to be a war again, we would be dead," she digressed. "There was a war between them?" He asked in surprise. "Yes, of course. Everybody knows the story. Your dad is lying to you. He, President Prescott, and his council are deceiving the people."
"Wow! Anyways, we are not going to be doomed, if they attack us. Our weapons are advanced; one nuclear bomb in their territory, and they are all dead."
"True though, true,"
"So, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling much better now?" Jay asked.
"I am okay now." She then hugged him. He blushed again. He did not receive hugs from her regularly, but only when he had helped her complete an outstanding task. He enjoyed her hugs and wished they lasted longer than five seconds, but just could not ask her to extend them. "I do not know how, but painting takes away my pains; it is like therapy to me," she said.
"I am glad you are feeling much better now," he said. He was also glad to help in making her feel better.
"Yeah. Painting is the most important thing to me; it is number one."
"Really?" Jay asked, already feeling jealous.
"Yeah."
"How about hanging out and spending time with me?"
"That comes second, do not worry." She chuckled. She was not aware that Jay was hurting at that moment.
"There's something I've been wanting to let you know, Anna," he digressed.
"Really? I guess we should discuss it tomorrow. Because, I am so famished right now, plus it is late."
"You want to leave now?"
"Of course, we are done painting."
Jay became fed up, "That's it, Anna!" He let Loose, "It is always about you! You do not care about me. You do not care about how I feel, what I love or what I do not love. To me, you are number one, but to you, painting is number one." This was some feeling he had always wanted to say to her, but not in this manner.
"What?" She asked in confusion.
"My screen lock carries your face in it, my password is your name, my profile pic on social media is your face, but you do not return the same treatment to me. I always dream and think about you, but you do not think much of me, but your werewolf." She was shocked at his roar. She had never seen him in such a state. "It is painful and annoying, how you care about someone, but they do not reciprocate it."
"What are you saying, Jay? I care about you."
"No, you do not. You do not care about my feelings. I love you, Anna, I love you." She was dumbfounded. "And if the same love and care treatment is not reciprocated, it is annoying. You are annoying, Anna." He yelled and left.
"Wait up Jay. Why are you acting like this?" He ran faster, leaving his bag and spray paint behind. She began to help him pack up, and call out his name for him to wait up, but he ran faster.