A Completely Different Story

{Twenty-four}

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.
-Elizabeth Gilbert.

-Luke-

"There's something wrong with this clay." Maggie let out a sigh as she looked at the clumped up clay on the turn table. I tried my best on hiding my smile, but when I realized it resembled E.T's face I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"How did you even m-manage to do that?" I asked mid laugh. She huffed and shrugged in defeat. "I'm telling you, I had the vase in its perfect form one second and the next it just-plah!" She threw her hands up in frustration as she imitated the clay plopping own. I let out another laugh and continued to shape the bowl I was making. "How are you so good at this? I thought this was your first time." She asked. I shrugged as I slowly added my thumbs in the middle to deepen the hole.

"It is my first time. Don't worry Mags. Not all of us are artists." I teased. I hid my smirk as she widened her at me. I honestly thought she was cute when she pouted. "The dude made it look so easy! He was just like, 'form your hands around the clay, and slowly shift the clay in the form, you want it in with just a little bit of pressure as you turn it'. That's exactly what I did!" I quirked my eyebrow as she imitated the Hispanic dude's voice. Watching her being this frustrated was so amusing o couldn't help but laugh again.

"Oh so you think my failure is funny?" She asked. Her eyebrows were lifted and I shoved my thoughts out of my mind when my eyes landed on her pursed lips. "Yeah, it's fun watching you pout." I replied. Maggie stuck her tongue out at me and tried making her vase again, but then she put too much pressure with her thumbs in the middle, causing some clay to splatter and land on my face. I jumped in surprise at the sudden impact, my mouth dropping open. Maggie gasped and put her arm to her mouth to muffle her laughs. Obviously it was an accident but by the look in her eyes I could tell she was definitely enjoying my reaction.

"You did that on purpose." I accused. Maggie shrugged and continued with her vase, which she had to start again. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said nonchalantly. I quirked my eyebrow and stopped the turn table since I was pretty much done with the bowl. "Let me just remind you then." I took a little bit of clay from the bucket between both of us on the floor and smudged it on Maggie's cheek. She froze, stopping the turntable to look at me. "Did you just-"

  "Get payback? Yes, I believe so." I said with a smirk. Maggie shook her head and reached both hands into the bucket, making me tense up. Revealing them again, this time filled with clay, she smiled sweetly. "Well then, t would be a shame if you weren't part of the fun." She placed both her hands on either side of my face, squishing the clay on me. Some of it fell on to the green apron I was wearing. I scoffed and swiped the clay off my face.

  "Maggie Brown, you have just declared war." I dropped my hand on her head, stifling my laughs as it fell to the floor after. Maggie was gaping, her face holding clear shock, before it turned into determination. "By the time I'm done with you your mom will make you sleep in the backyard when she sees you." I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. "Is that a threat?" She shook her head and grabbed some more clay in her hands.

  "It's a promise." That's all she said before she threw the clay at me, and the war officially started. We both ran around the room, throwing clay at each other, but making sure not to hit the pottery on the shelves. Obviously we knew that the possibility was very high, since we were surrounded by pots, vases, plates and other things, but we were having too much fun to notice nonetheless care; that was, until a few minutes later I threw a glob of clay towards Maggie, which she managed to dodge by ducking. It flew straight past her and hit to bowls, making them fall of the shelf and break with a loud crash. Maggie turned to the shelf with her eyes wide before looking back at me.