The Leaders' Lair

[NarnianMelody]

Leslie sighed with irritation; Jess always took a long time to draw.
"Are we going to be finished with this paiting some time today?" she asked teasingly.

[Phantom]

"Well, if you'd quit moving it would be a whole lot easier!" he retorted as he bit his tongue in concentration.

[NarnianMelody]

Leslie sighed again. "How many paintings of me can you do?" she asked. "I mean, I think I've done just about every pose for you that's been ever invented. Why don't you paint more of PT, or May Belle? Or Terabithia?"

[Phantom]

Jess stopped moving his pencil and looked over at her.
"Well, for one, I require a subject that keeps still. That rules out PT. May Belle is too busy playing with that stupid Barbie doll I got her and Terabithia requires a lot of thought," Jess replied, inventing reasons as he went along.
"And you still haven't imitated the 'thinker's' pose yet," he teased.

[NarnianMelody]

Leslie instantly moved the back of her hand to her forehead and looked at Jess intently. "Here you go," she said, turning sideways. "The thinkers' pose. Any more poses left?"

[Phantom]

"The chicken dance pose?" he laughed.

[NarnianMelody]

Leslie reached over for her pillow and threw at him, making sure it went over the easel. "Don't even think about it."

[Phantom]

"Hey!" Jess laughed as he grabbed the pillow off the floor and threw it back at her.

[NarnianMelody]

"Okay, okay...does this mean we're done?" Leslie asked hopefully as she put her pillow back on her bed.

[Phantom]

Jess took another glance at the portrait and then shrugged.
"For now, I guess," he said smiling.

[Dorian Waldron]

[END THREAD]