Groaning, Rachel slams her paintbrush down. For the last 30 minutes, she'd been ranting on some dumb boy, Percy Jackson.

"I-I hate him!" She yells, frowning over at you. Despite her words, you knew in 5 minutes, she'd be saying how cute he was.

God, you wish Rachel would just stop talking about him and talk about you.

Looking back at her painting, she picked her paintbrush back up and continued her painting of a sunset over a lake with little geese in it while she murmurs soft curses.