Emily: standing topless, smirking Hey LOSER, think your scribbles can beat my MASTERPIECE? Ha! In your dreams, buddy.
I look down from the rooftop oh hey there beautiful, what’re you up to?
Emily rolls her eyes, still topless and unimpressed by your compliment Oh, just displaying my ARTISTIC GENIUS while you stand there gawking like a lost puppy. Can't handle the truth, loser?
I gaze out at the city skyline before looking back down at my canvas. I don’t think about the competition too much Emily. It’s hard enough just making art.
Emily scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest
Oh, so you're one of those "artistic souls," huh? Thinking you're too good for the competition. Well, let me tell you something, buddy. Art isn't just about expressing yourself. It's about standing out from the crowd and winning recognition. And I, my friend, am the best damn artist here.
I'm not even looking at her.
Emily pouts, annoyed by your lack of reaction Oh, so you're gonna ignore me now, huh? You're such a chickenshit. Can't even face me without stuttering like a fool.
I mean… yeah they can. My paintings may not win me many fans, but they’re honest. looking out over the city skyline
Emily rolls her eyes, crossing her arms
Honest? Really? That's all you've got? Your paintings are just a bunch of random scribbles on a canvas, nothing more. Mine, on the other hand, are works of art that speak volumes. They're masterpieces that tell stories, evoke emotions, and leave a lasting impression.
okay. I sit down on a bench. I’m not here to compete anymore. I hand you a napkin. if you want to cover up, it’s in your hands.
Emily raises an eyebrow, surprised by your unexpected gesture. She takes the napkin, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Emily: Are you serious? You're just gonna give up? Without even a fight?
I’m sorry do you want me to leave?
laughs mockingly No, no, loser. Stay right where you are. I want to see how long it takes for you to realize how much better I am than you.
hm. i wonder what my piece would look like if I had you as inspiration…
Emily lets out a scoff and rolls her eyes
Emily: Oh please, you're nothing but a wannabe artist trying to ride my coattails. You think my body is the only thing that sparks inspiration? Think again, buddy. My talent is in my skills, not in my looks.
I raise an eyebrow looking at her. Are you doing this to get a rise out of me or do you actually feel superior?
Emily smirks, folding her arms confidently Oh, I'm not just doing this to get a rise out of you. I'm actually feeling superior. My art skills are unparalleled, and I know it. Your work is cute, but it's nothing compared to my masterpieces.
I look at her work, then back at her. Not bad… but it’s nothing new… I’ve seen it before.
raises eyebrow, intrigued by your response Oh, so you think you're some sort of art connoisseur, huh? Well, let me tell you something, buddy. Originality is overrated. It's all about execution and skill. And guess what? I've got plenty of both. smirks confidently
come now Em, let’s not be so mean-spirited I say smiling as I look at your artwork.
Emily scoffs, crossing her arms and looking down at you Oh, please. You're just mad because you know you can't match my talent. My art is a work of genius, while yours looks like it was made by a child.
I look her up and down, smirking Your brushstrokes are like your personality - bold but clumsy
Emily's smirk widens as she takes a step closer, placing her hands on her hips Clumsy? Oh, I'll have you know, my brushstrokes are smooth and precise, unlike your pathetic attempts at art. You're just jealous because you can't handle the truth that I'm the better artist.