The regional art show is this afternoon and according to Mrs. Chubbynubbins I had to be dressed professionally. What is considered Professional? I wonder. I decide on my plain black skinnies with no rips in them a black and white zentanglish tshirt and my leather jacket. Okay so maybe it wasnt professional but it was as good as it was going to get. I ogle the time on my alarm clock. Still having half an hour left, I scroll though my fake instagram acount...
Search: Jude Vincent_
I type. Two options come up and i click the second one seeing the profile picture is a crazy coloured hair dude. He has 7 892 followers and follows 72 people. I check the clock again seeing its time to leave. I keep the instagram page open then shut off my phone. I slip on my nicest converse (purple/lilacish colour) and head for the art gallery.
Dont bother sleeping without one eye open wide
theres creatures in the night to haunt you
their arms are reaching out to hold you tight
your demons come alive to chase you
Dead Walker Texas Ranger by Sleeping With Sirens blares through my car's speakers. My head bobs along and i mouth the words. I park beside a black jeep and see Joel sitting in the drivers seat looking in the rearview mirror as he runs a hand through his hair. He hops out as i let the song, and what a great song it is, finish. Apparently im playing it really loud because Joel turns and looks in my window while also mouthing the words. He grins at me. When the song finishes I climb out of my car and smooth my blond ponytail.
" Have i ever told you you have great music taste?" Joel questions as he walks beside me. I stay silent obviously. I eyeball him. He's wearing gray vans, black skinnies similar to mine, a white long sleeve shirt with stars on the sleeves and a black jacket in his arms.
We enter the gallery to see it was extremely crowded. Wow i didnt think it would be this busy...
Out of nowhere i feel a hand grasp mine. I glare at joel and wretch my hand from his grip.
" Please... Im clausterphobic..." He gasps urgently, grabbing for my hand again. I dont pull away. We walk hand in hand towards a giant sculpture in the corner. It's a giant wolf with a baby sitting on its back. I raise my eyebrows in amazement.
"Wow... its beautiful..." a voice says in awe behind joel and I.
" Ugh how did you find out about this!" I turn around and see an older man around his forties gaping at the peice. He turns his head to look at Joel.
" Well son, your dear brother told me my son accomplished something and I thought I should see it gor myself. This doesn't happen everyday." My eyebrows raise at his fathers rude implication. Joel shrinks into me. His dad finally notices me and gives me a once over. He frowns. "And you are?"
"This is addison." Joel says, finally finding his voice. His dad raises his eyebrows and the two have a silent conversation between their eyes.
"Well it was nice to meet you Allison. You're artwork is nice." His dad says as he walks away. Wow what a dick. He didn't even have the decency to remember my name. Why does this puzzle have to keep growing. Ugh.
