"And In Her Smile, I See Something More Beautiful Than All The Stars."
Paisley Teller loses her mom to cancer. She ends up moving to a new state, leaving all her friends behind. She has to make a new life with her abusive Aunt and Uncle along with...
"Souls tend to Go back to who Feels like home." ~ N.R. Hart
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Two days later. 1:55p.m.
I knock on Wesley's front door. He opens it and gives me a small smile. "Hey Pais." He scratches his bare chest, "Come on in."
I walk through the doorway and he closes the door behind me. "How come every time I've seen you, you aren't wearing a shirt?"
He chuckles,"Why? You like what you see?"
I shrug. "Eh-"
"You don't?"
I grin. "I didn't say I don't."
"So you do?"
"I didn't say I do, either." I tell him and plop down on the couch.
He walks into his room, "Ah, that's not confusing at all."
I glance beside me and see a plain, black, hard cover book. I grab it and open it to some random page to see beautiful drawings. I slowly flip through the pages until I come across a drawing of a boy crying.
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The book rips through my fingers.
"What are you doing?" Wesley asks, his face somewhat red.
"Wesley, those are such beautiful drawings."
"Who said I drew them?"
I shrug and fiddle with a string hanging from my jacket. "I just assumed. Did you draw them?"
He closes the book and stares at me.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping." I stand up and walk towards the front door. "I'll just go." I pull open the creaky door.
"Paisley, shut the damn door." He tells me and grabs a beer out of the fridge, before sitting down at his table.
I close the door and sit next to him."How long have you been drawing?"
He takes a long sip of his beer before answering. "I don't know, I think I was eight. I used my imagination, a place where I could," He shrugs. "I don't know, I guess be happy. I could forget everything that was going on around me. It just became a stress reliever."
"It's nice that you have something to go to. They're beautiful, you're really good, Wesley."
"Thanks."
"I suck at doing anything art related."
He snickers. "That's probably not true."
I chuckle. "It's so true! I'm terrible...anyways, I'm sorry for looking through it. I shouldn't have."
