Changing seasons

Pt.1: Another day, another cup of coffee.

Brightness. That's all I was able to process as my eyes cracked open and the light from my window came flooding into my room. I forgot to shut the damn blinds again before I went to bed. I let out a groan and pulled the covers over my head in an attempt to block the rather annoying light. I was tempted to fall back asleep, but my bladder had other plans.

I sat up and made a noise that resembled a dying moose in labor as I stretched out my limbs and heard my joints pop and crack. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and the big red numbers declared it was 11:34 am. See, these are the mornings I'm thankful For being able to make a living as an artist. I didn't have to wake up at an ungodly hour and make my long commute to my 9-5 office job.

I reluctantly pulled the covers back and made my way to the bathroom before heading downstairs. I dragged my feet as I entered the kitchen, still groggy and unsatisfied with the lack of coffee in my system. I opened the cupboard and grabbed my favorite mug, proceeding to make my coffee. After my coffee was made, I took a long greedy sip and let out a content sigh. I really loved coffee. I made my way down the hall to my art studio. Or at least that's what I liked to call it. In reality, it was a spare room i kept my art supplies in, and where I got most of my work done. But hey, it gets the job done.

I set my mug down on my cluttered desk and took a seat in front of a painting I've been working on for the past week. My paintings usually don't take this long. I can usually get them done within a reasonable time if I have the image of what I want in my head and the drive to do it. but lately I've had little to no inspiration.

I stared at the canvas for a few minutes, stumped as what to do from here. It was a Painting was of a field in the summertime, wind looking like it was sweeping through the field and blowing petals around. The field was surrounded by trees and was rather peaceful looking. I was satisfied with my scenery, but the problem was, there was something missing. the picture needed a focal point but I haven't the slightest clue of what to put in there that was worthy. The thought of an animal crossed my mind, a Gazelle maybe? I really liked gazelles. But I dismissed this thought immediately. After staring blankly at the painting for another ten minutes, I decided I wasn't going to find any inspiration in this house, and made my way upstairs to make myself presentable for the outside world.

After brushing my teeth and running my hands through my black, shoulder length hair in a failed attempt to tame it, I wiggled into a my favorite pair of skinny jeans and threw on a misfits shirt. I made my way to the mirror and smudged on some eyeliner. After deeming myself presentable, I nodded a goodbye at my David Bowie poster, and made my way back down the stairs.

I put my coffee into a to-go cup and grabbed my bag of the back of a chair that contained my sketch book and any other art supplies I may need if inspiration strikes. I shoved my feet into my tattered converse and grabbed my jacket off the hook. It was cold outside since it was the middle of autumn. I checked my pockets for my keys, wallet, cigarettes and lighter, and made my way out the door, locking it behind me.

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A/N

Yay okay short first chapter to get things Going! i'm not really sure where I'm going with the story yet, but I have some pretty good ideas for next few chapters. So don't worry, Frankie is coming in soon enough! This is my first fanfiction ever, so feedback and critiques are very much welcomed! Also feel free to point out any spelling errors or thing that may not make sense. I haven't decided on an uploading schedule yet, but judging on how well this does will determine how fast uploads come. I hope you all enjoy this! And fun fact, I had to write this 3 times because things got deleted...whoop.

Whole lotta love -B