IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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The teen girl was standing on top of her bed. Dragging her brush along the ceiling. Covering the brown wood in various shadows of swirls of blues. Her pallet in one hand, keeping the famous painting in her mind. She took a step, dragging the dark blue.
Jim may not know about this. So she may get scolded later when he gets home, but he always said to keep painting and drawing. And she's tried of staring up at the ceiling when nightmares plague her dreams.
She would much rather stare up at the starry night.
"Rose? You here?" The front door opened, the girl having left it open for the boy.
"Up here." She called jumping down from her bed, her nails and hands all with blue and yellow smudges. She set her pallet down on her dresser right beside Jeans present she brought out for Christmas. Christmas was yesterday and she still couldn't tear open the paper.
The boys head popped up.
"Hey Canary." She smiled at him taking her hair down from its ponytail. Steves eyes trailed above her, a smile of awe spreading across his face. "Woah. DaVinci painted this right? He set his gift box down on her bed. Rose chuckled, eyeing him.
"Van Gogh, but close enough." She corrected taking off her painting shirt. Underneath was a plain black top paired with her red sweatpants.
"Right, right." Steve nodded taking a quick glance at the girl then forcing his eyes down. "Uh, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Rose replied looking back up at her recreation of Starry Night. She just needed to do a few more highlights then she could consider it done. "Is that a gift for me Harrington?" She nodded to the gift he set beside him. Steves eyes widened, his hands fumbling to grab it making Rose smirk.
"Uh-yeah I know its a day late." He held it out for her. It was wrapped in brown paper and rectangular. She smiled softly sitting beside him. Their legs touching as she took it from him.
"Lets see." She tore off the paper, Steve taking from her to hold in his lap. It was a book. She tore off the other peice of paper, Steve once again taking it from her, their fingers lightly touching before he cleared his throat. Rose turned the book around reading the title.
Art through Van Gogh
Roses mouth fell slightly agape flipping it open to the first page.
"Steve, but just before you-"
"I may have fibbed a little." He smiled cheekily taking in her reaction. She bagan to smile flipping through the pages. Every one of Van Gogh paintings and sketches, the letters he wrote to his brother, all in detail.
"Steve, this is-perfect." Steve felt himself grow red. "Thank you." She said sincerely letting the book fall close. He shrugged, trying to play it off.
