The heART Gallery [Complete✔]

All Over Again



Having it ring to her voicemail three times in a row, August becomes frantic. That is until he receives a dry, annoyed text from her.

MiniLuxe: I took a taxi home. I'm tired.

Luxe's best friend😒: Are you fuckin serious yo?!

MiniLuxe: Bye. Oh yeah thanks..... for ruining my errands.

"Fuckin ungrateful ass brat!" Throwing his phone into the passenger's seat, August goes speeding towards the Heart house.

Finally pulling up to the beautiful expansive, but modest three story home, he trudges up to the door and punches in the lock pad code. Knowing that both of the Heart parents are out of town on business, he doesn't have to worry about any questions about how he and Isla ended up seperated.

"ISLA?!"

"What in the hell? Ugh! Why is he here?!" Turning down the music in the spare bedroom that her parents let her use as an art studio in the basement apartment, Isla tries to hide her whereabouts. Sighing she continues to paint on the canvas that she promised Luxe she would finish for his mancave. It's a tri-series piece in which the faces of Jason Voorhees, Michael Mayers, and Jigsaw morph into each other. He wanted nothing but the best of the maniacal masked murders.

Seeing her book bag by the basement door, August knows exactly where she's at. He knows she only throws her book bag by the downstairs door when she goes down to paint and doesn't feel like lugging it up and down the stairs. Hearing him stomp down the stairs, her heart begins bounding in her chest. But before she can even do anything the room door goes bursting open.

"Gaaahhh! What the hell, August?!"

"Why the fuck would ya ass do that, Isla?! What the hell was I supposed to tell ya bruva if some shit happened to you?!"

"Oh c'mon no one is tryna kidnap me. You sound st-."

"I'm talkin bout regular shit! Like a fuckin car accident! How the fuck I'ma explain to him why I was in the art store and ya ass is fucked up in a taxi! You need to fuckin think! Ya so fuckin immature and spoiled that you do whatever you wanna do and don't give a fuck about the consequences!"

"That's not true! You don't even know me like that, so just go away and leave me alone today! I've had enough of being around you, August!"

"That's where ya wrong. I know you better than you know ya bratty ass self. I know that you pout and act like a fuckin baby to get ya way cause ya always alone. I know that ya parents give you everything because they're always so busy with work that they feel bad for neglecting time wit you. I know ya bruva gives in all the time cause he feels guilty for being in and out of jail and not being there to fill in for when ya parents are gone. I know that you get lonely as hell when Amelia and Chloe aren't around cause they're the most constant thing in ya life. And I know to fight the loneliness you spend hours down here doing art. So don't tell me I don't know you."

Wiping the tears that are cascading down her face, Isla just stands there stone faced. How dare he come into her safe space and read her like an open book when she tries to hide all of that with smiles and silliness? How dare he see through her facade? How dare he try to peel back all her layers of paint, to uncover the raw canvas underneath of who she really is? It's no one's but her own business to know her secrets. It's no one's but her own ears that should hear her soul crying out for genuine love and quality time. How dare August be that attentive? How dare he be that observant?

"J-just go, August."

"No, shorty. I'm not."

"Please?" Begging him to leave, that's all the resolve Isla has.