please be great people and comment/vote..? thank you thank you thank you
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
"the total of this is $23.35, sir," i smile at the elderly man who comes here every week to buy paint or paintbrushes for his wife. his name is jerry and he's been buying paint for his wife, debbie for over twenty-two years. he's quite the gentlemen and also loves to flirt with anyone, but i know his days are coming to an end and he just wants to have some fun. i honestly don't blame him; why not have fun your entire life instead of counting down the days until your death?
jerry grabs the two gallons of paint and paintbrushes and walks to his car. "thank you, sweetie." i look at the clock and see i still have three hours of work left. i've worked here for a year and never have had a raise from my boss; i still get minimum wage. my bitch of a boss is normally not even here leaving me to do everything for him including writing people's bills sometimes. he's forty-two, divorced, and I'm pretty sure he buys drugs and goes to a strip club every tuesday at two in the afternoon. the store is nearly empty except for a few here and there buying paint for their homes or materials for their next project.
"hello?" a familiar voice calls for me. zayn. "i've been standing here for like five minutes." he hands about ten spray paint cans to me. i can tell by the sparkle in his eye that he's amused that he met me here. I ignore his slight smirk and glistening eyes and go ahead and check out his items.
"you do know you got the same colors?" i hold up two cans of purple of the same shade. there's also two other cans of maroon making me laugh lightly at him. i shake my head and check out the cans even though there's multiples of one.
he shrugs, "maybe I like that color," he looks at my name tag, "blair. maybe i need a lot of that color for my next project. you never fucking know if you don't ask so don't judge that easily." the way he says 'blair' and the way it rolls off his tongue like he already likes the name. his slight smirk is still playing on his lips as he licks his lips once again.
"well, then, why'd you get both of these colors?" i check out the cans of paint slowly while watching his eyes look around making him seem like he's in a hurry all of the sudden.
he shrugs once again, "i don't study every color i need. i grab some and go. what's the point of thinking what color looks good with what? i say every color looks good with one another if the art is good." i focus on his words and how he says them. he mouth barely goes open, but he speaks fast making you really have to concentrate on what he's saying.
"uh, your total is $36.70 and i don't think navy and black go together ," he nods and hands me two twenties telling me to keep the change.
"i wouldn't know." he seems so educated from that thought leaving me not knowing what to say. grabbing the bag and handing it to him, zayn grabs the bag, not touching or even coming close to hand which leaves me confused since he seems like he's now disgusted of me.
Zayn walks down the street to a blonde headed boy who looks preppy and almost like a frat boy. he notices me staring causing him to wave and zayn to look back. my eyes avert back to the cash register as i pretend to be counting money.
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
zee drops me off at my apartment after we drove through taco bell for dinner; that taco did not make my stomach feel good, leaving me upset and sick. my work shift went longer than expected making me come home later that night at eight since my boss showed up super late as usual. i saw Zayn walking in the alley between my house and someone else's, but he didn't notice me so i hesitated to leave him alone. i like talking to Zayn since his always so educated, but also mysterious like he's hiding a lot and also extremely rude. i took a long shower as soon as i came home leaving me wondering what to do for the night. since alex was still a kitten and also abused, all she did was sleep and only get up if she had to use the bathroom or got hungry. i got into my fuzzy pants and a t-shirt so I could watch reruns of Friends during the night. in the middle of the first episode is i was watching, a soft knock was on my window making me get up to see who it is.
"m'mere," zayn's words jumbled together as he stood right outside my window. i shake my head 'no' since i didn't want to talk to him. "please, blair. i want you to see this." i roll my eyes and quickly put on jeans instead of my fuzzy pants so i wouldn't get embarrassed of my quite awful night attire. i put on my sperries and go outside to see zayn.
zayn was sitting on the ground across from his new artwork which left me speechless. it was a colorful person's face with a straight pair of lips and closed eyes. different colors were making up every part of him; even the hair had almost every color he bought earlier in it. "zayn... this is-"
"you. i drew you." he stares at me trying to see my reaction, but i just bit on the corner of my lip. he squints his eyes slightly noticing my little confusion in the artwork.
"i'm sorry, zayn, but this doesn't really look a lot like me. It's amazing but I don't-"
"i don't know colors," i laugh at him, but since he stares at me emotionless, i stop quickly. he doesn't seem hurt or mad at my laughing, almost like he's used to it.
"What do you mean?"
"nothing, just hand me the colors of your eyes and hair and stuff, " he looks down at the spray paint cans laying around. he lightly kicks a can and sighs.
"fine." He nods, but quickly stops to think.
"wait, on one condition; you can't see me paint."
"wh-"
"because! just don't watch me spray paint," he stands up and grabs a random color. obviously that's a touchy subject so i roll my eyes and don't ask any more questions.
"okay," i turn away from him, "i have this color hair, but it's very dark and awfully wavy. and here's blue and pink for my lips, " i hand him the colors and he immediately starts spray painting the hair, but i turn my back to keep myself from looking.
after about 20 minutes, he says he's done. it looks a lot like me, but i'm not sure i like it. it doesn't have the imagination and creative of the other one. this one leaves you bored, but the other one keeps you entertained and imaginative. "zayn?"
"what?"
"i like your other ones a lot better."
"why? you just said you hated it. make up your mind, god."
"it's more you; colorful."
"that's fucking stupid.
"fine, i guess i'm stupid and so are my opinions."
silence stays between us for a few minutes while i watch zayn draw random lines in blue.
"describe me, blair."
"no."
"fuc- just please." he sighs.
"uh, okay. well, your hair is black, you have brown eyes, and your lips have been different every time i see yo-"
"no, i don't care about that. describe me," he watches me as i stand their chewing on my bottom lip.
"you're colorful like i said before. i can tell you have a detailed mind and its very beautiful," he looks away quickly, "never mind, just forget i said that. i don't know you that well to say a lot, zayn."
"fine."
quietness fills the small space between us for a little while. "goodnight zayn," i sigh and walk back inside.
then he walks down the alley and not looking back. he leaves his stuff, knowing he will come back another day to add to his collection of art. i leave him walking away as i watch him get smaller and smaller by the second.
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
1466 words
next chapter 55 reads, 9 votes, and 7 comments
I'm gonna start a question of the chapter if that's alright with you guys.
-pancakes or waffles?
-waffles!!
I hope you like the story so far. byyee
-carrie
