art shivers

chapter 4

I spent a whole week following the same routine: waking up early, going to school, studying until the afternoon or evening, returning home to eat, taking a short nap, and heading to my art space, where I would stay until late at night, immersed in my drawings.

On the first day, my roommates and Adam paid me a visit. They brought food and some friends along, and I was thrilled to have them there, admiring my art and the space.

Over the following days, I had more visitors, mostly young people who seemed to appreciate my work. I even had two clients: one was a man from France who fell in love with one of my paintings and promised to bring his art-loving friends. The other was a fellow student who couldn't draw but loved supporting artists.

I was grateful for people who appreciated my art and the arts in general. Adam visited me a couple of times after the first day, and he believed in my potential. He encouraged me and even brought some of his decorations to promote in my space. I was more than happy to help him with that. As the days went by, I found myself secretly falling for him. I admired him for his kindness, support, and how well he understood me. He seemed like a perfect friend and potentially something more, but I wasn't sure if he was single or if he felt the same way about me. Nevertheless, he continued flirting and keeping in touch with me on Instagram, making me feel like a true fan.

My days followed a happy routine for a month, with moments I chose to spend with Adam whenever I had some free time. We hung out, had fun, and I was slowly becoming accustomed to his presence. I began to develop feelings for him, but I kept them to myself.

On the last day of the month, after a very productive week during which we sold many paintings and decorations together and developed our skills further, we decided we needed a break from work. We had successfully established a balance, and it was time for some leisure. So, we planned a day at the amusement park, where we tried every ride and had a blast.

On our way to buy popcorn and cotton candy, Adam turned to me and said, "Rimass."

I replied, "Yes?"

He confessed, "I like you, I mean it. I like your smile, the way you talk, your personality, your character, your mentality, everything about you. I can't stop thinking about you. I want you to be my girlfriend."

I was taken aback, and my cheeks turned red as I listened to him. I didn't know how to respond.

Adam quickly added, "Rimass, babe, take your time to respond. I'll wait for you. You don't need to say anything now."

I remained speechless, a mix of emotions and thoughts swirling in my head, trying to figure out how to reply. However, something outside our conversation caught my attention.

"Heyyy? Are you with me?" Adam asked.

I snapped back to reality, replying, "Yes, of course. You were talking to me. Sorry."

He continued, "It's fine. Do you want the cotton candies pink or blue?"

I chose pink, and he playfully added, "Hhh, okay."

"Thanks," I said, feeling the need to be polite.

"Friends don't say thanks and sorry, okay? If you say it again, I will punish you," Adam remarked.

I laughed and agreed, "Okay, sorry. Oops! I won't say it again."

He teased, "No, I won't forgive you. I'll punish you."

I was curious and asked, "Okay, what's the punishment?"

Adam playfully replied, "I will bite you."

I chuckled, "Bite me?"

He clarified, "Yes, bite your hand."

"Okay, but gently," I said, playing along.

"Of course, I won't hurt you," he reassured me. "It's fine; I forgive you now. Just don't say it again."

I agreed and joked, "Okay, don't worry."

Adam affectionately called me "baby," and I didn't mind. In fact, it made me smile.

He asked, "Is it fine to call you baby? Because I secretly feel like you're my baby."

I responded, "Yes, I don't mind."

As we continued our day at the amusement park, we accidentally brushed hands, and it led to us holding hands, a feeling I can only describe as the best ever. We enjoyed a nighttime stroll, holding hands and sharing our thoughts.

At one point, Adam stopped and held both of my hands, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke, "Rimass, I promise I will always take care of you and stay by your side, through ups and downs, whether or not you choose to be mine. I appreciate your existence, your support, your advice, and your presence during my weakest moments."

I was touched by his words and struggled to respond, "I feel speechless after all the beautiful things you've just said. I truly appreciate your presence too. You've helped and supported me, and because of you, I have what I have now. You believed in my skills more than anyone else did. I can't express how thankful I am to have you in my life, and, um, I like you too."

Adam smiled, clearly touched by my words. "Girl, you're a blessing."

I couldn't find any more words to say, so I hugged him tightly right there in the middle of the street. We held hands on our way back home, and he waited until I closed the door before he left.

When I entered my room, the girls could see that I was smiling, and they asked for details. I was exhausted but shared that we had spent a perfect day at the amusement park. Then, I closed my room, took out my diary, and started writing down all the beautiful details of that unforgettable day. I was extra happy and felt truly blessed.