Camiella's POVSix months later..."This apartment will never recover from this," Patrick said, watching Khan, Leo, and Mabel running around the place, covered in paint with massive sheets taking up the entire floor as they transformed into artists together. "Neither will you," I said, sending out the last email I had to respond to before closing my laptop. "I don't understand how you've found yourself babysitting on this fine Monday morning," I chuckled. "I'm babysitting four of you, apparently," he scoffed at me before grabbing his laptop and going back to work. "You don't sound very grateful to me, Patrick. I skipped work so you wouldn't have to disappoint Louis, Derek, or Dimitri," I taunted. "I don't want to!" Leo yelled loudly, throwing Mabel's hand off his arm and then standing up, dusting his clothes. If only paint could erase paint... "Hey!" she shouted, giving him a push. Frustrated and completely vexed by her, he pushed her back. She fell on the floor, right on her bu
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