Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

39. Sweet Life

Z A H R A J E N K I N S

"I'm never drinking again." Seventeen groaned as  she lazily glides her paint brush over the canvas. Zayn, the twins and I are out a bit from the house, still on the farm but went for a walk near the meadow garden down the stream, about ten minutes away from the house.

I had woken up rather early than I intended this morning even from the crazy adrenaline night I had. The idea of EJ eating me out is still in my head, and having a headache on top of that is definitely making my insides twists in a good and a bad way.

So Zayn suggested to going out to relax today as it's warmer than usual even in March. The table placed easel sits on the ground in front of me, my legs crossed from underneath each other as I drop the brush to shove my still straight hair up and out of the way from the slight breeze moving it into the paint.

I started to mix the paints, thinking of wanting to paint something simple and messy, something bright. I settled upon the sea and the summer sunset. The type of sunset where you couldn't quite tell where the sky would finish so I placed a boat within the distance of the painting. The boat was the eye of the paint hurricane from wanting to create an greener blue flowing throughout the water changing colours, from the shallow to the deep end.

When I get near third quarters up, I decided to easily change to blend a pink accents floating it so it can reflect the sun setting and then the purple and yellows. I didn't add any black, I didn't want to add any dark areas into my paintings unless I really need too. I did use dark reds and blues for the boat.

By the time I was finished with my painting, the twins decided to come get some food we made in the picnic basket and I placed the paints off to the side. They both complimented on my work with wide eyes, moving closer to see the detail of my ruffles in the waves that I decided to add near the end. The opened chocolate bar wrapper has been left purposely underneath the sun to be melted, I drew a strawberry out of the cooler box and dipped it into the melted chocolate.

I bring it up towards my lips and sigh in bliss at the sweet bitter taste, placing the stem into the plastic bag we brought for rubbish. I left my painting to dry with the sun helping the progress of drying it, I did scoop the access paints into the bottle again so I'm not wasting any product and can use for later.

I get into a comfortable laying position with a pillow behind me, my arms laying across my chest. I allow the sun to milk in on my skin, my shades on my face blocks out the blinding light of the sun as I listen into the tweeting of the birds, the leaves flowing in the slight breeze and the grass tinkling my feet near the end of the picnic blanket.

"I'm thinking about getting a tattoo." I voiced my thoughts after some time later when the twins got their snacks and headed back out to play together again.

Zayn turns his head away from the twins for a moment. "Hmm, really?" He asked, meeting my eyes. I hummed my reply, crossing my legs over one another as I continue to lay down on my back.

"What tattoo are you thinking of getting?" He questions softly, his eyes floating back to the twins again for a few moments before meeting mine again.

I wet my lips, "Medusa, semi-colon and a quote." I replied with a nervous look.

"You're very strong, you know that bubba?"

I smiled up at him, "Took me a long time but I feel stronger."

"What would the quote be?" He asked out of curiosity, switching on to his side but still at an angle to watch the twins.

"Protected by angels, surrounded by love." I quoted. "It's for mama." I exclaimed when his eyes blinked.