LOST SOUL

Art Piece

Alaina Rose Lèon

When I returned home, I sprinted to my bed. That's how tired I am, even though I probably slept very well yesterday. The minor headache tiring me even more.

Walking towards my bed, still attempting to remember what had happened yesterday. I still couldn't remember, even after putting so much thought into it. I had blanked out before, but I still ended up in my bed the morning after. Now I was in a stranger's house, room, and even in his bed. Still knowing what happened, the dick couldn't even be nice enough to explain to me.

Thinking positively, I climbed into my bed, attempting to rid my thoughts. I'm just going to pretend that absolutely nothing had happened yesterday.

I ended up sleeping about 2 hours later because as much as I endeavored to stop my thoughts, they kept leading back to figure out what happened yesterday.

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A beeping woke me. 'What the fuck, I didn't even put an alarm on' Thinking it was an alarm, I quickly reached for my phone to turn it off, so I could go back to sleep. Seeing that it wasn't an alarm and someone calling me pissed me off even more. It was an unknown number as well, if it's a prank call, they are going to hear from me.

Sitting up on the bed, I answered the call. It was a known voice but couldn't figure out who exactly it was.

"Hello this is Luca" The man began speaking, he spoke as if he knew me.

"Who"

I uttered, not having a clue who he was at all. 'OH'
'It's him'
'Airport Guy'
Finally figuring it out but forgetting, I hadn't spoken in ages, and he might have mistaken that I had disappeared.

"Oh, the one that dropped me off earlier," I state letting him know I figured out who he was.

"Umm, I guess." "Did you just forget who I was already" 'Yes, I did!

"I'm sorry I just woke up, and I'm out of my head now." I lied?

He mumbled something which I could not hear.

"Huh, what did you say," I asked wanting to know if he was asking me something.

"Nothing, I was talking to someone else" 'so he was on a call with me, but talking to someone else.

"Oh okay". "But why did you call me" I questioned, genuinely not knowing why he called and why he was wasting my sleep.

"Why do you think I called." "It's quite simple" I feel like slapping him for waking me up, and he is here joking around.

"Oh, the car" I remembered that's how he met me and was able to interrupt me in my sleep.

"Thankfully you remembered, or I would have had to explain it to you." And he thinks that's a big deal after waking me up like that.

We talked for a long time. I don't even know how long. I was still grumpy about how my sleep was disrupted, but it was nice. We discussed normal things and not the business. It was like we were friends, but guess what we're not.

He is still teasing me about what happened last night but is making sure that it doesn't slip out of his mouth and stays hidden, so he could make fun of me even more.

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It's been a full week and I and Luca haven't spoken directly on the phone. He has been slipping me texts, and I've sent him some back. He is busy, I guess, and I am too, especially after starting the art program two days ago.

It's only been two days and the amount of homework that has been given to me is mad.

Kai wanted an apartment tour, but I haven't given him one. Whenever he calls, I'm either shopping or eating at a restaurant. He is a bit protective over me seeing that he calls every single day and sometimes even twice.

Currently, I'm down on the floor of my apartment to pick out some art supplies to use on my next piece.

I have no idea what I should paint. Opening my phone, then Pinterest to get some ideas for my next artwork.

I decided to go for Expressionism. I wanted to draw a picture of a girl who wants to escape reality, but the reality is not letting her escape. She's trying so hard, but it still doesn't feel pity. It's not going to feel any sorrow it's life after all, and it relates to me.

I begin sketching roughly before moving on to the acrylic paint. Sketching is not my forte, but painting is. If you see my art you would know what I'm talking about, every art piece you come across it will have some sort of painting on it.

After putting my paints in my pallet, I begin mixing them, attempting to make the perfect color for the skin tone.

Right as I was about to begin painting, my phone rang. Just as I'm about to paint, someone has to call. Just leave me alone, please, for just about 2 hours.

Searching around for my phone, I finally found it. It's him again. Every time I try to do something important, he has to call. Last time I was sleeping, and now I'm painting. It's like he knows when to interrupt me. Finally, answering the phone and putting it against my ear.

"Why do you always call me when I'm busy" I begin the conversation letting him know, I had other things to do.

"I swear last time, you were sleeping when I called"

"And" "That is essential" Notifying him that, I appreciate my sleep a lot.

His deep laugh echoed through the phone, making it a hundred times hotter.

"So why did you call me, don't tell me it's about the car again because that's exactly what you said, and it was nowhere near to that conversation"

"No it's actually about the car this time, can you meet me immediately, and we can discuss"?

Well, I can't now. Didn't I just tell him 2 minutes ago, I'm busy.

"I'm sorry, I can't today. I'm busy".

"I only have today free, so I can only meet you today, can you come today, or I can meet you somewhere," He asked,

Debating about whether I should let him into my house. It's not like he would do anything. Right. He would have done something when I was drunk, and I don't think he did. So, finally agreeing, I asked him to come over instead.

"Why don't you just meet me at my house"

"Umm. Sure".
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