I finally found the perfect dress for the art show. I was excited and nervous, the art show awaited, and I was ready to make a statement.
I decided to wear this dress
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I was in my room preparing for the evening when Colby greeted me with a hug from behind
"Hey, love," I said, kissing his cheek.
"Hey, I just wanted to see if you needed any help," he said with a smile.
"No, I've got it. I just need to use the restroom, I'll be right back," I replied before hurrying off.
As Colby moved towards my bed, he accidentally spilled paint on one of the paintings and ruined it.
"Oh no," Colby exclaimed in a panic.
"Is everything okay, love?" I asked as I was walking back to my room.
"Shit, she's coming," he muttered anxiously.
Quickly, he tossed the ruined painting into my closet and transformed into a cleaner version of it.
"Is everything alright in her-?" I asked puzzled.
"Colby, where did you go?" I asked, confused.
"Y/N! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE, LET'S GO!" Hartley's voice echoed from downstairs.
"OK, I'M COMING!" I shouted in response.
I quickly gathered all the paintings I needed, including the one Colby had transformed into, and headed downstairs, Hartley was waiting in her car with Amy.
"Hey, Amy, have you seen Colby? He was just with me, and now he's gone," I asked, puzzled.
"No, I haven't. Sorry," Amy responded.
Upon arriving at the art show, I set up my stand and placed price tags on my work, unaware that Colby was one of the paintings.
"This is not good," Colby thought to himself.
As hours passed, I grew increasingly frustrated that my boyfriend had yet to show up, though I was pleased with the amount of money I had made.
"How's it going?" Jake asked as he approached me.
"Okay, I guess. I've made a bunch of money, but I still haven't seen Colby. Should I be worried?" I inquired nervously.
"No, he probably got caught up with something important. Well, I've got to go. See you later y/n," Jake said before walking away.
More important... MORE IMPORTANT! What could be more important to him than me? He knows how excited I was for this night, and he didn't even show up.
I managed to sell every painting except one, the one Colby had transformed into. I didn't expect it to sell, so I began to pack up.
Telling Hartley and Amy that I wanted to walk home to reflect on the evening, I started to prepare to leave.
As I was about to leave, I was approached by an older lady.
"Excuse me, miss, are you still selling that painting?" the old woman inquired, pointing to the painting in my hand.
"I was just about to leave, but I could sell it to you," I replied, attempting to force a smile.
"Wonderful, let me just grab my purse. My husband has it. I'll be right back," the old woman said as she walked off to retrieve her purse.
"Y/N," Colby whispered, still in the form of the painting.
"Huh, what was that?" I asked, puzzled.
"It's me, Colby. I'm the painting in your hand," he whispered.
"Colby, what are you doing as a painting?" I questioned, my tone filled with anger.
"It's a long story, but you can't sell me," Colby responded.
"Well, obviously I can't," I replied in an annoyed tone.
The old lady returned with her purse.
"Okay, here's the money," the old woman said, handing over the payment.
"Actually, miss, I can't sell you this. There's been some technical difficulties with it, and it's just not ready to be sold. I'm sorry," I said, frowning.
"Oh... that's okay then. Have a wonderful night," the lady said as she walked away.
"You too, miss," I said smiling.
After she left, I hurried to a hallway where no one was around and checked for cameras, but I didn't see any.
"Okay, you're good," I said.
"Ugh, finally," Colby exclaimed, shape-shifting back into his normal form.
"You will not believe how hard it is to be a painting. My back is killing me," he said, stretching.
"Explain why the hell you were one of my paintings," I demanded in an angry tone.
"Look, I accidentally spilled paint on one of your paintings, and I didn't want to upset you, so I shape-shifted into it so you wouldn't notice. I had no idea you were selling them, though... I'm really sorry, love," Colby said in a nervous tone.
"I'm not even mad about the painting being ruined. I'm mad that you disappeared for hours. I had no idea where you were. I mean, you're a villain; you could have been taken by superheroes, and I would have never seen you again. I was really worried about you," I responded in a panicked voice.
"You were worried about me?" Colby said, smiling.
"Of course I was. You're my boyfriend, and I love you," I exclaimed.
Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss me.
"I love you too," he said, smiling.
After that, we went home. It was late, and I was exhausted and ready for bed. I snuck Colby into my room through my window, and we fell asleep cuddling.
