Artistic Love

Chapter Four-Felie

I flexed my fingers and opened the closet door to her clothing. My eyes wanted to die. "The lack of color in this closet is hurting me more than I want to admit," I told Jezelle, who was currently drawing something at her desk, "You need something other than black, gray and dark gray. Let's take a quiz."

Jezelle turned in her chair to face me, "Let's do it."

I pulled out my phone and googled an art quiz. "So you have black hair and blue eyes," I automatically put in. "Favorite color?" I put a finger up, "Before you say black, it isn't a color."

Jezelle raised an eyebrow, "It isn't?!"

"Yep."

She flipped her chair around and stared at something on her desk, "Purple."

I clicked that option on the app and it pulled up a question about what food was Jezelle's favorite food, "What the heck," I mumbled, "Jezelle, what's your favorite food out of these options; pizza, pancakes, hersheys or ice cream?"

Jezelle was clearly confused, "How does this affect my color wheel?"

"Just answer the question!" I yelled.

She shrugged, "Ice cream. Only the minty kind though!"

I asked her a few more questions from the quiz, each question more confusing than the last. Once the quiz was finished, I bursted out laughing. "How did you manage to get purple?" I asked her.

She leaned back in her chair as she continued to draw, "It's just a talent."

I took a basic room look over to make some sort of a collective agreement in my head. I saw a lot of neutral colors and green. Tiny hints of purple too. "What if one day we went to the store and found you some neutral clothing, tans and grays. Maybe add some green and purple. Would you possibly wear them?"

"Possibly," Jezelle laughed, "Depends if they have black stitching."

We started laughing even more. I felt a vibration from my phone so I picked it up so I could read it. "Oh, my dad wants me to head home before it gets dark."

"Oh," Jezelle stood up with her notebook she had been writing in, "I had an idea that you could do for an art project. Maybe...one we could do together." She handed me the notebook and a picture of a girl on a railing sitting inside. The sunset was shown with different shades and I just couldn't stop smiling, "You don't have to like it..." Jezelle mumbled.

I ripped it out of my notebook and put it into my pocket, "If I do the sunset and the railing, you're doing the person and the fine details. Agreed?"

She smiled and opened the door to her room, "Let's do it!" We walked downstairs and towards the door. "Do you need me to walk with you?" She asked.

I shook my head, "I'm alright." Jezelle opened the door and I walked outside of her house, "I'll text you when I get home." I waved her goodbye as she shut the door. I sighed and walked towards my home, the daylight going down on my left. I pulled the picture out of my pocket and scanned all the parts of it down again, admiring this idea that Jezelle came up with.

I stared at it as I said under my breath, "She is amazing..."

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My eyes kept drifting towards my brother, who was asleep on the bench. Deep inside I wanted to be asleep too. As much as I loved Hailey, I didn't want to be at this baby shower. I pulled out my notebook and kept working on sketches of what Jezelle had drawn the night before. Every little detail I managed to add made it look just a tiny bit better.