On My Own (TVD Series)

Panic Overload

Leaning closer to the painting, I balanced my weight between the wooden stool I sat on and the stiff arch of my feet as they gripped on the footrest beneath me. While dragging the brush along the edge of the canvas, my eyes drifted slowly behind, watching and directing every stroke until the brush ran off the painting. Having watched my drawing slowly come to life with thick strokes of red, purples, and greens, I hadn't noticed the sun beaming through the curtains until Enzo's voice emerged from behind the painting.

"Now, I'm no paint expert... but what could you possibly be drawing with three colors." He sighed heavily arms crossed and eyes fixated on me.

"... many things. Actually."

"Hmm, like what?"

"Well...for this one I am drawing a dark room, with two windows... one brighter than the other. The sun is coming in from the farthest side of the room, which explains the reds, while the other is dark and gloomy, which is the purples. And just beneath one of the windows, sits this sad, and gloomy ball of british dispair which I have painted in blue. Want to see?" I mumbled, watching him from the corner of my eye.

"...there is no way you wasted 3 hours on a drawing like that?"

Taken back by the sound of his voice, I let out a quiet chuckle as my brush sunk into the dirty glass of water while my hands and foot slid the painting towards Enzo. With my eyes now fixated on him, it didn't take before his eyes stared at the canvas with a dull look and tight frown.

"That's what you've been doing this whole time?"

"You almost seem unimpressed?" I smirked.

"More like dissapointed...couldn't you have drawn my hair with more volume and... I don't know, freshly washed."

"...freshly washed? You smell like you rolled around in Gaia's mud experiments, and trust me, they smell and look better than you do right now."

"Well, you would be doing me a favor, how does that sound?"

"No, actually I would be doing a dishonesty to my work..." I mumbled, just as his eyes rolled back over to the painting.

"...I'm messing with you, Enzo."

Hovering my hand from one corner of the canvas to the other, a new image of a different and completed painting of a portrait appeared before the both of us. With some slight animation to the picture itself, some of the details moved and interacted with each other until it slowly came into one.

"...I had already finished a while ago." I added, taking another look at the painting.

"Beautiful."

Drifting my eyes from the canvas to Enzo, the dull look he had before softened as he looked up. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back against the wall, still staring at the painting and studying the colors before our eyes met. Tendered-eyed, Enzo had drifted off into a daze where his eyes were the only words being spoken. From my eyes to my hair and then back to my eyes, there was a split moment where his eyes gazed down at my lips only to be fluttered away as I felt my lips part.

"Are you alright, Enzo?" I asked him as he turned his head to look at the other side of the room.

"I'm fine...just tired-"

'Lauren! Come downstairs, sweety. There are some people I would like for you to meet!' Lilian interupted, yelling from down below.

"We should go." Enzo mumbled harshly, jumping up to his feet as he opened the window behind him.

"Wait, Enzo-"

"If we go downstairs together, they'll start to get suspicious..."

"Okay, but Enzo-"