Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 5

Allie's P.O.V

My hands remained on the steering wheel after parking outside of Jessie's studio. It looked quite small from the outside and sat down a narrow, cobbled street away from the main road. The outside of the studio was painted a very calming cream colour, which made the vibrant floral designs in all different colours stand out even more. The writing curved around the arched doorway in a light grey paint and it read "Creating Freedom With Colours" - a suited name for an art studio.

I brought my attention to the small digital clock on my dashboard and saw that I was still a little early, but I could feel the nerves in my stomach building the more I waited so I decided to just be early. I turned the engine off and took a deep breath before stepping out onto the cobbled street.

"Here goes nothing" I sighed quietly to myself and walked towards the studio door.

The door creaked slightly as I slowly pushed it open and as I stepped inside, my nerves and anticipation fluttered in my chest. I carefully closed the door behind me, entering the world of an artist for the first time in my life. The air inside was warm and thick with the rich scent of paint and wood, a stark contrast to the cool breeze outside. I hesitated near the entrance, taking in my surroundings.

The studio was a cozy, intimate space, with sunlight streaming through large, arched windows that bathed the room in a soft, golden light. The exposed brick walls bore the marks of Jessie's artistic process, splattered with vibrant colours that seemed to dance in the light. Shelves were crammed with jars of paint, brushes, and assorted tools, all jumbled together in what looked like a chaotic yet somehow organised fashion. Canvases were scattered around the room, some propped up against the walls, others stacked haphazardly in the corner, each one a burst of colour and emotion.

My eyes continued to admire the brilliant space and I hadn't realised that my feet were carrying me slowly away from the doorway and further towards the colours. And then my eyes found perhaps the most impressive, non-deliberate form of art in the room, bringing me to a halt again.

At the center of it all was Jessie, standing before a large easel with her back to me, completely absorbed in the painting she was working on. She was dressed in faded denim overalls that were splattered with paint, a white T-shirt peeking out from underneath showing off her toned, tanned arms. On her feet, she wore a pair of well-worn Converse, which at some point throughout time, had been white.

Jessie's wavy blonde hair was pulled together on one side, revealing the curve of her neck and a single earphone nestled in her ear. Her movements were fluid and purposeful, her hand sweeping across the canvas in bold, deliberate strokes as she lost herself in the rhythm of her work.

I watched, feeling a strange mixture of awe and anxiety. I was early, but I hadn't expected Jessie to be so engrossed in her element. I didn't feel like I belonged in this world of colour and excitement and unpredictability, not one bit. I began to feel self-conscious as I stood there surrounded by life and energy. I was used to a world of muted tones and predictable routines, where everything had its place and excitement was something that happened to other people. Here, in Jessie's studio, I felt out of place, like a splash of gray in a world of technicolour.

As I admired Jessie's concentration, I felt a flicker of excitement beneath my anxiety. This was something new, something different from the safe, predictable rhythm of my life. And maybe this was exactly what I needed.

Jessie was lost in her art and her music and I didn't want to interrupt her and make her jump. I took another couple of gentle steps forwards before I cleared my throat softly, unsure of how else I could break the silence and let Jessie know I was there. Jessie didn't react, too absorbed in her art to notice the quiet interruption.