He went to her house yesterday. Had Jackson gone mad? Jackson sunk deeper into his bed, hiding from the rising sun.
His hatred grew for this feeling - the feeling of having his heart controlled by a new force. It was hard to describe, but Jackson could feel his face getting warm as he tried to avoid the thoughts of how Ines looked yesterday, standing in front of him, looking utterly beautiful in that beautiful orange laced linin dress, while he had to look ever so lousy in his basic maroon Nike sweatshirt and shorts (which is practically what he wore every day, and now he felt guilty).
To the thought of this, Jackson raised himself up, and off to the side of bed, rubbing his eyes.
He hated how he wanted to get ready as soon as possible, just for one cause. Just to go to La Crȇperie once again. Jackson sighed as he looked back at the canvas waiting for him near the window.
After Jackson took a shower, ate breakfast, and went back to his bedroom, hands over his head as he lifted the blinds up. Jackson sat on the little stand in front of the large canvas and stand and looked at it. He wanted to paint out his emotions - to release this scorning sensation inside of his body that made him think he was going insane.
Jackson went into his drawer, spotting these watercolor paints that would perfectly sculpt out the piece of artwork Jackson was picturing.
He started with brown streaks at the top of the painting, and the rest played into place.
After nearly an hour of painting, Jackson slowly stopped his hand from moving and slowly pulled his paintbrush backward from the painting.
It was far too perfect to be seen... Jackson stood up from his stool and went to his door, so he could see it as a whole with some distance.
The figure had a base of olive tan skin, with a pair of siren hazel eyes with long, brown eyelashes. In the center was the symmetrical button nose and blended baby pink cupid bow lips in a smile placed right below the nose. To the side of her face were long, brown wavy streaks that placed the painting all together, covering the unnoticeable ears.
Jackson stared into the hazel eyes of his canvas.
Oh no. What was wrong with him?
This painting has to stay in the open to dry, but it was in the open - where his father or brother could see it and would question him; placing all the pieces together. Why Jackson took so long to just get coffee, and why he was so caught up in his own world nowadays, which is unreasonable because it was only his fourth day in Paris.
Jackson sighed loudly as he turned the painted version of Ines Dumont to face the window so that his father couldn't see it at first glance. But he could obviously turn it around was a problem.
Jackson went to the bathroom to wash his hands and decided to get ready to go out and get his daily coffee at Ines's place.
Jackson hadn't noticed his father staring at him as Jackson went towards the front door, slipping his sneakers on.
"Jackson, where are you going again?" Father called, as Jackson nearly jumped while tying his shoes, seeing his father standing in front of him, arms crossed.
Trying to maintain appearing undoubtful, Jackson quickly responded, "I'm going to get a coffee like I always do."
Father nods. "Uh-huh. Okay, do you mind taking your brother with you?"
"What?" Jackson knew he couldn't say no. "I mean, why?"
"Because Andy is bored and he wants to be a part of your life, Jackson. Let him in."
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La Crêperie
RomantizmJackson Shaw is not one for love. With a background of getting bullied and having his parents be divorced, how could he? Jackson and his younger brother have to move to Paris with their divorced father, while his mother has it all in Colorado, USA...
