All Eyes On Me

Chapter 4

CIENNA'S P.O.V

“Why are you here?” I growl at him, and I look at him from the kid’s face I was painting like a cat.

Cameron smirked and looked at the kids face pretending to be interested. “Just seeing what a magnificent artist you are.” He says sarcastically.

I smile at the kid, and add some more pink to her nose. “There you go sweetie, do ya like it?” I ask her as I held the mirror out. A smile spread across her blond little face. “Thank you.” She mumbled happily as she jumped out of the chair, ran over to her friends and squealed to them about it.

Cameron sat down in the metal chair across from me, I grin devilishly at him. “Do you have two tickets or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I said washing my paint brushes off and wiping my hand son a paper towel. I look over at him hoping he would get up and walk away.

He grinned back and pulled a row of yellow tickets out of his pocket. “Yes ma’am I do.” He says handing me two. I take them angrily and shove them in the ticket box and wash my smallest paintbrush off in the water jar.

“What do you want me to paint?” I ask him bored.

He thought for a minute, “Surprise me.”

I was ultimately stunned for a moment or two, alright I thought.

"You got home okay last night?" He asks politely.

"I'm sitting here alive aren't I?" I say nonchalantly.

"I need my sweatpants back." He says simply, like he didn't really care.

"Sorry I burned them once I got home."

I dipped my paint brush into the red paint and scooted closer to the end of my chair, and put my closed fist against his face and started painting his cheek. His skin was warm against my hand and I felt my hand tingle.

“So about us being-“

“Don’t ever say it out loud!” I scold him, cutting him off mid-sentence.

His face spread into a wide smile, “What else do you want me to call it?” He asks laughing and moving his face slightly.

I grab his face and hold it firmly, and mutter “Hold still.” as I finished with the red, I wiped the paint brush off and painted white on his cheek.

“Call it…” I looked around “Call it Spaghetti.” I say as a guy walked by holding a plate full of spaghetti.

“Spaghetti?” He sniffed the air and smiled again as he smelled it, “Ya spaghetti.”

“So about us being…spaghetti. I mean, how do you want to play this?” He asks seriously as I changed white paint to blue.

“What do you mean play this? I have a choice in who I…spaghetti …with for the rest of my life, I’m not going to have some gods who plan out fate do it for me.” I say concentrating on painting, and trying not to feel suddenly suffocated with heat and adrenaline of being so close to him.

His eyes fixated on the ground for a few silent moments then he looked back up at me with his grey eyes. “What do you look for in…spaghetti?”

I roll my eyes, “Like I’m going to tell you.”

“You know what …spaghetti… is right? It’s when one ‘Spaghetti’ is put on this earth, there is a second ‘spaghetti’ to even out the balance. To account for all the other things the other spaghetti lacks, therefore when together they are perfect yet diverse. That’s why when the two spaghettis are together they can’t seem to ever want to be apart because the better half of them will be gone and then the spaghetti world goes off balance.” He explains.