Saving My Boyfriend

Chapter 13:| Burn That Sucker Down

Chapter Thirteen: Burn That Sucker Down

I groaned when I messed up on my painting. It was supposed to be of Stark.

I like to paint. Just for fun though. Not really planning on making a career out of it. Although my mom really wanted me to.

Just to keep her happy about the topic, I painted her a picture of a football player and cheerleader. Aka, my mom and dad. I stole a high school picture of them and then painted it. My dad has it hanged up in his office at his work.

I painted Ryan a picture of him shirtless. Which was annoying. Because while I was painting him, he just stood there shirtless outside. With a smirk. And without a damn shirt on. Our girl neighbors were drooling on our driveway. Damn you Ryan Fredrick Marshall!!!

All I did for Colby's was a picture of her in a Yale Jersey shirt. While holding a Yale flag waving in the air. It's like she declared independence of Yale.

Which to be honest, she'll probably be validvictorian for Yale in a couple of years. I'm just saying.

I painted Mason a picture of Auburn's mascot. That is his favorite college team after all. I'm so proud of him for getting chosen to play for them.

And his father wants him to play for Auburn instead. Which makes Mason choosing Auburn pretty simple and easy.

I mean, I personally don't mind where I go. As long as I'm with Mason. Then I'll be a happy camper.

He's got until February 27th to sign for one of the schools. But right now, he just wants to survive the first semester of senior year.

"Awh come on, why did you do that? It looked so great." Colby said while painting her toe nails light pink on my bed.
I just scoffed at her. This is seriously annoying. She clearly doesn't understand art.

I mean, she does prefer books over art anyday. She has a big bookshelf in her bedroom. I mean, how obvious can that not be?

"Well, I feel like it wasn't perfect. I mean, why did I agree to even make Stark one? He's a dog. And has a short attention span." I said letting out a sigh and cleaning up my painting area.
I bit my lip while looking at the canvas carefully.

Stark would just look at it, then leave. I mean I can test it out now. Just to prove that this dog could honestly care less about my art.

So much for a supportive companion that's supposedly a man's best friend. In canine form.

I called Stark. And the happy clueless husky runs in with his tongue hanging out and looking at me.

Colby smiled at him and scratched behind his ears. She absolutely adores dogs.

I then smiled at Stark and showed him my artwork. A picture of him eating a dog bone that had his name on the bone.

He looked at it then left.

"Well, that escalated quickly." Colby chuckled then put the nail polish back in the small bin on my vanity.
I sighed then slouched my back while looking down at the ground. With a frown.

A dog just lowered my expectations. This made my day.

I then stood up and grabbed the canvas. And then gestured Colby to follow me.

She did so but with a confused look on her face. She'll get the idea once we make it to my living room.

We then walked down the stairs and then into my living room, and up to my fireplace.

"Let's just get this over with." I said turning on the fireplace and then I looked down at my painting.
Colby just gave me a small smile while sitting down on my navy blue leather couch.

Her leg was crossed and she rested her elbow on her lap and her hand holding her chin.

Who knew that a cremation could be pretty this damn interesting?

"Burn that sucker down." Colby said with a smirk.
I just rolled my eyes at her annoyance and then threw the painting into the fireplace.

While I stood there with my arms crossed watching it, Stark came by with a dumbfounded look.

Really? I mean this is about him. This dog doesn't have a damn freaking clue does he?

I then just gave him a glare while he just wagged his tail while looking up at me.

"Do you see what you make me do dog?" I said frustrated.
I mean I have a ton of extra canvases in my closet but I just hate wasting one of them.

It seriously is a waste of time. Dumb mean dog that doesn't appreciate what his owner has to offer him.

Next time I'll ask Ryan to paint Stark one. And see if Stark likes his artwork instead of mine.

But may the lord help that poor boy. Ryan can't make art to save his own life or relationship.

He made Cassidy a dolphin out of clay. And then carved what he thought was her name. But it was Catherine's name. Which is his ex.

What a heartless bitch she was.

My phone then was ringing from upstairs. So I quickly made a dash to the staircase.

Once I ran inside my bedroom, I looked to see it was Mason calling. So I smiled then answered it and pressed it towards my ear.

"Hey ba--" I got cut off. By Sean's worried voice.
This immediately got my full attention. Sean never calls on Mason's phone. Especially towards me.

My adrenaline is racing. I was taking slow breaths. Then sat down on my bed.

I'm literally so scared right now. Someone in the background is panting. And I'm scared to say who.

Then I heard an ambulance and a bunch of voices. Then Meghan screaming.

"Peyton, it's Mason."