The heART Gallery [Complete✔]

Be Easy

"So where to, shorty?"

"I need to go to that art supply store in the art district by 26th."

"Oh so you was worried bout bein wit me all day to do my errands, but I gotta go to some borin ass art stores wit you?! You hella wack, Isla!" He laughs as he puts the car into drive and goes flying off of the street he was parked on.

"Noo, I just have a sculpture I was commissioned to make and I know from experience that everything with you takes long."

Smirking at her wording, he peers over at her through his eyelashes from the corner of his eye. Finally realizing her wording, Isla rolls her eyes and shakes her head as her cheeks turn even more red.

"Stop, August! Not like that!" She points at him sternly.

"I ain't say shit, ma! It was you!" Quickly throwing his hands up in surrender, he laughs deeply.

Huffing, Isla crosses her arms and purses her lips. But she would know from experience. Although she does see him as her older brother's annoying best friend, she and August did cross a line last summer; that they both decided not to ever speak on.

After their South Beach run in, they decided to hang out and share his V.I.P section. He was with a few of his Boston friends that didn't know who she was and she was with her favorite cousin from her mom's side, who didn't know much about who he was. Therefore he didn't have to be so uptight with her, and she didn't have to be so perfect around him.

Becoming even more so intrigued by this more laid back, naturally fun August, Isla let her proverbial hair down. They started laughing and joking while drinking, dancing, and flirting. Then the next thing they knew she was waking up in his bed. Completely bottomless, with endless flashbacks of him happily licking between her legs until the sunrise.

It was Isla's first ever sexual experience and with her brother's best friend, that is seven years older than her. So they agreed to just let the summer, well stay the summer. And to avoid each other as much as possible since then.

"You're annoying, you know that?"

"You tell me whenever I'm around, so yeah." He smiles cockily and winks at her. "But the art store and where else?"

"Um then a specialty art equipment store. Luxe said he was gonna buy me a kiln."

"A what? Like those Irish skirts?! What the fuck for?"

"Oh my God!" Laughing hysterically, Isla just stares at August. "Seriously?! That's a kilt and it's Scottish! You're lucky you're so fine cause you're dumb!" She giggles wildly.

"Shit!" She mumbles realizing she gave him an unintentional compliment.

"Oh I'm 'so fine'?! Did I hear right, Issy?!"

"Not by my standards, Melia and Chloe think so." Waving him off, Isla makes reference to Amelia and her favorite cousin Chloe.

"Yeah, aight. Anyways, what is a 'kil-nn'?"

"The oven used to bake clay. I need one at home cause paying for space is getting expensive since my show pieces are getting larger."

"Ya pops got hella money though."

"Ok, but number one it's his money. Number two they want me to work for the money. And number three I don't have time to work on top of school, doing commissioned pieces, and entering art competitions. So since he stood me up, Luxe is gonna pay for a larger sized one for my art studio."

"He know that?"

"Well sorta."

"What's that mean, Isla?"