Angel without a halo

Subway

"So where is it we're going again?" Jack followed me. "We're going to go paint!" I smiled. "um, where?" I wasn't going to the abandoned train station I was going to the underground subway. A lot of painters go there. Thats like the chilling area. I usually don't like going there by myself since a lot of people take heroin down there but now that I have Jack I don't have to worry about those druggies.

We walked far and talked a lot, just getting to know each other. It turns out Jack is actually a really chill guy who is not as bad and rebellious as I thought he was. Well he still is a little rebellious. "So you play guitar?" I asked. He nodded. "I've always wanted to learn but I'm not so good when it comes to the musical side. I mean I can kinda sing, and play the maracas." He giggled. I loved his laugh. "Alright, you teach me how to paint and I teach you how to play guitar." He put his hands in his pockets. "Deal." We stopped in front of the stairs going down.

We both walked down the steps slowly. Jack got closer to me turning into a walking wall as he saw the people around here. Dreads, drugs and dummies. The DDD. "Are you sure we're in the right place?" He said low. I nodded. A guy with a long beard and bleach blonde dreads, probably around the age of late 30s came up to us. Jack quickly grabbed my hand tightly getting in front of me. I could smell his cologne. "Uh you got gum?" The man asked. Jack and I shook our heads. The man groaned and walked away. Jack slowly let go. His warm hand parting from mine. I cleared my throat. "wow you sure did get protective there." He ran his fingers through his hair and started smiling and blushing. "Nah, I was just making sure that guy wasn't gonna stab you or anything." I giggled.

We stopped in front of a plain wall and I pulled out the brushes and colors from my stained book bag. "So what do I do?" He asked. "What do you want to paint?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well what do you feel like painting?" He thought. "Oh I got it!" He grabbed a brush. "You should always start off with the base of what you're gonna paint, like the background." He nodded dipping the brush in blue. I looked at my empty side of the wall and thought. What should I paint? I looked at Jack. He licked his bottom lip as he tried painting as far up as he could. Then I got it! I dipped the brush in black and did the outline. This is gonna look great!

5 hours later it turned dark outside and the lights flickered on in here. Jack and I have been silently working on our own paintings. I took off my jacket and threw it over my book bag. Jack took out a bandana he had in his pocket and wrapped it around his forehead. He put a cigarette behind his ear and backed up looking at his painting, licking his lips again. He took out a blue toothpick from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He wiped the paint off his hands on his shirt. He tilted his head looking at what to add to his work. I kept painting left and right on mine. "Woah Carlie my god!" He walked up next to me. I blushed backing up. "You like it?" He smiled brightly. "I love it! Is- is that suppose to be, me?" He said and I nodded. I did a self portrait of Jack. He had one hand in his pocket and the other he had a lit cigarette. He was blowing smoke from his mouth which the grey faded into a splatter of different colors. I think this is my best work yet.

"Well lets take a look at yours." I walked over to his side of the wall. It was a painting of heaven. "I think that's whats waiting up there for me." He fiddled the brush between his fingers. "It's truly beautiful." I said amazed at his talent. "For an amateur you are truly spectacular." I said as he blushed again. There were angels and harps and clouds. It was marvelous. "But you're missing one thing." I said. His smile disappeared. "What is it?" He asked. "Your signature." I pointed at the corner of the painting. He nodded writing Jack.C. "Now it's finished."