𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓, holmesbury

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Tewkesbury's POV :

Ever since I was a child I wanted to be a painter, mother never hired a tutor to me, my family was rich and we have infinite money, but I was still a loser. I had to sneak out of Journey Hall. It was night time almost everyone was asleep, I still tried to walk very silently because maids may still be awake. I had escaped Journey Hall, I walked to find some news papers, to find where I can get some painting lessons, so I knew where to go "Get your news papers now! What is Enola Holmes' new painting!?" A guy said, I quickly went up to him "How many pounds may that cost?" I asked "3 pounds each, sir" The news papers guy said, I raised my eyebrows in shock 'Why do news papers cost a lot these days?' I thought to myself, Oh well! Guess I just have to deal with it,I gave him 3 pounds from my pocket and I read the news paper

'Professional painter Enola Holmes is making a new painting. What could it be?'

Hmm, interesting

'Young 17 year old painter, Enola Holmes, lives in Oxford at Downside Rd, Headington, Oxford OX3 8HP, United Kingdom. She has revealed in an interview that she is gonna make a new painting "I'm making a new painting, and I hope everyone will love it" Holmes confirmed. What is next for the young painter?'

I know where to exactly go, Oxford it is. I shouldn't take my local train, it would be easy for my family to find me. The train ride is only for 53 minutes, I can still have time to find myself a cabin.

53 minutes later

Oxford, never thought I'd be here. Now time to go to Enola Holmes' painting place. I hailed a cab all the way to the address, I stepped out of the cab looking at the place "Enola Holmes" I whispered to myself as I went in, as I went in I heard the sound of a ding.

Enola's POV :

As I was just painting my masterpiece I heard a ding, my eyes widen, I didn't want anyone to know about this, I went over to check who it is, it was a handsome tall boy with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes "What can I do for you, sir?" I asked, I had a messy apron and hands full of paint "Are you Enola Holmes?" He asked, I nodded at him "Well, I've come to the right place then" He said, I smiled as I looked on the floor and tucked a piece of my hair "What can I help you with, ummm....." "Tewkesbury, James Tewkesbury, just call me Tewkesbury" I took a wet cloth and cleaned my hands "What can I help you with, Tewkesbury" I said with a small grin "Art lessons" He said, I had a suprise and confused face

"No one ever asked me for that, but sure. Tomorrow, at 10:00am, how does that sound?" I said "Yes, wonderful" Tewkesbury replied, I grinned and said "I'll see you tomorrow James Tewkesbury" he grinned back as he left the place.

Tewkesbury's POV :

As I left Enola Holmes' Art Gallery I smiled with proudness, I finally get to learn my dreams, painting, I wonder what mother will think when she finds out that I escaped to achieve my goals "Cab!" I yelled out. I found myself a good cabin, I had enough money, I had about 3,000 pounds left.

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up to check what time is it, Enola Holmes' Art Gallery was only an hour away, so I left at 8:30am, I got myself a brunch. It was 9:50am, gladly the restaurant was 5 minutes away. It was 10:00am, I walked into the art gallery "Morning Ms.Holmes" I said looking for "I'll be out in a bit!" She shouted

Enola's POV :

I have to hide this painting, behind a cloth? No that won't work, I suddenly remembered my secret compartment, I opened it and hid my paint, and went out "Morning Tewkesbury" I said with a smile "Morning, Ms.Holmes...again" he said, I laughed "It's Enola" I said "Shall we get started?" I asked as I showed him the room where we were gonna paint, he nodded.

We went inside the room "What's your mother and uncles name by the way?" I asked "Whimbrel and Caroline, why'd you ask?" He said with alot of confusion "Oh! You're in the news paper, rich Tewkesbury family looses their son" I said as I gave him the news paper

'Rich Tewkesbury Family looses their son'

The Tewkesbury's woke up in the morning with their son gone. They didn't know where he went, they went to the train station and their was no trace of a James Tewkesbury "I want to find him. He probably left when we were all asleep" Caroline cried out. He was last seen at London at Journey Hall. Finders fee : £600

"Care to explain?" I asked, he sighed heavily "Ever since I was a little child, I wanted to be a painter, but my mother never wanted that for me, she didn't want me to pursue my dreams. So I escaped and pursued it myself" He said, I sighed "It's okay, now let's go paint" I said as I touched his shoulder "Are you gonna bring me back to Journey Hall?" He asked, I gave him a 'honestly' look "You're nincompoop, I won't unless I don't have a choice. Now onto the topic" I said

"So, you should always have the picture in your head, think of one now" I said "A rose, I guess?" He said "Now, sketch the rose with a pencil" I said, he drew the painting, I was looking at his hands, he had such good veins, I shrugged my head 'What did I just think off? Good veins? God I just met this man' I thought to myself. After 30 minutes he finished sketching his rose "You're not so bad in sketching after all, nincompoop" I said with a smile, he laughed and scratched the back of his neck

TIME SKIP

"Tomorrow, let's have lunch at 12:00pm, I'll teach you the secrets of painting" I said with a huge smile "I'll see you" He said before he left he winked, thank god he left because I felt like I was heating up, I hope I don't look like a tomato.

AUTHORS NOTE :
Here's the first chapter! Is this love at
First sight, Enola?👀