Out of the Ordinary│lachlan power

Chapter 10 ~ We're Back

Desiree's POV

I had brought a huge roll of poster paper and the box filled with paint and paint brushes to the garage. I unraveled the giant roll of paper, which was about eight feet long. The perfect amount of space to work with.

I spread it out on the floor, pinning it down with glass cups in each corner. I took out the paint brushes and place them in a line, the same with all the paint I had as well in rainbow order.

I brought out my sketching pad, which had a small scale picture of what the poster would look like. It was a scene or picture in a frame in black and white of a girl with honey brown hair in a long midnight blue dress holding a masquerade mask on a stick up to her face posing with a brunette boy wearing a black dress coat with a cut tail, and black slacks with a silver masquerade mask. It was only black in white for the background (meaning the boy and girl were in color), but some spots of the background and splashes of color. The couple was smiling and positioned in a fancy ball underneath a chandelier. There also were silhouettes of couples dancing in the background.

I studied the sketch and smiled sadly. This was based off of some people I used to know. I blinked back tears and went back to observing closely of what I was going to do.

As the writing for the advertisement, I wrote, "Come to Prom! Spicen up the ball with color!" I wrote the date of the event large on the top left corner, and my signature was in cursive on the bottom right corner on the picture frame.

I sketched the picture on the blank poster paper, then started adding the colors starting from the top. Brushing gently against the poster, the picture started to become beautiful.

I heard a door creak open, but I didn't bother to look up.

"What are you doing?" I heard Vikk's voice ask.

"I'm painting a poster for my school's Prom," I answered, still preoccupied on creating the poster. "The usual person who paints the advertisements broke his arm, or something like that. The people who run the activities for Prom apparently knew that I was pretty good at art, and asked me to do it instead."

"Oh, that's cool. Can I see what you're doing?" He walked closer to the poster and studied it.

"Wow... that's really good, Dez. You are really good at art. But for one thing I think you should do is... you see the looks of the boy and girl's faces? Make it have a little bit more depth and realism," he told me, pointing at the couple's faces.

"Well, it's good that I haven't painted that yet, or that would have been bad," I said sketching in better textures on their faces.

"Yeah... that looks much better, Dez."

"You think?" I asked taking a step back to look at the picture.

"Yeah, the faces look like actual people in the picture," he said, smiling and tilting his head.

"Because they are," I whispered with a touch of hurt in my voice, tears threatening to fall. He noticed.

"Who are they?" Vikk asked quietly and moved closer to me.

"My mother and father," I replied quietly and looked down.

"Did they get divorced?" I smiled sadly and shook my head slightly.

"Passed away quite a while ago," I told him, looking away so he couldn't see the tears running down my cheeks now.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry Desiree, I didn't mean to bring that up I-"

"It's fine," I said quickly. "Don't worry about it." He hugged me, making tears fall even harder from the compassion. He just kept on hugging me until I finally could manage keep my tears in.