AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Painting Rain

"Welp...maybe next time..with the exact same painting." You muttered, an umbrella in one hand, and a large canvas painting in the other. It was an oil and a recreation of your home painting. A sweet, small park. The trees were shades of green and yellow. The grass was dewy and bright. Yet not enough to beat a recreation of the Mona Lisa. They had your respect for recreating such a painting. But in your mind, a small, bright park, filled with life and whimsy, was better than an overrated painting from an artist you didn't like.

The rain poured and heavily pattered on your umbrella as you walked. The amount of rain made it impossible for you to see where you going, so you just powered through the rain and kept going. The noise was the only thing you listened to and no thought passed by you.

But pounding music and almost strobing lights distracted you. A glance over, and you were in front of a college house. Ah, Kyle's place. Just the person you need right now. Just letting out a sigh, you quickly retracted your umbrella. Cringing as soon as the most killer rain hit your head. But you jumped up the stairs and into the large place. If you were overwhelmed by the rain and your disappointment, the music and lights just made it worse.

So, as people were giving you drunk and hazy stares, you rushed up the case of stairs, attempting to get away from everyone. There was one room that wasn't being used, and you decided it was the best one to sit in for a while. Setting your painting down gently, you admired it a bit more. Thank god the oil topper was painted over the scene. Otherwise, the rain would have made it drip onto the dark street.

"Woah, that's a pretty good painting!" A voice brought you out of your thoughts. Kyle saw you walk in, so he followed you slowly, wanting to make sure you were okay. "Why'd you bring it here?"

"Cause I lost the competition earlier. And it's a cliché that it started to rain halfway through. Sooo, I was walking home and came across yours." An awkward chuckle left you as you sat on Kyle's bed, feeling slightly embarrassed about the weather even though it wasn't in your control. He chuckled and sat by you, placing a hand over your shoulder. Sighing, all you did was lean into him, almost snuggling into him a bit.

"Who won it?" The tipsy man asked, reaching for your head and giving you a few scratches as comfort. As you replied with the Mona Lisa replication, he let out almost a large, heavyy sigh. He picked you up as best he could and laid beside you on his bed. "Nah your painting is probably better."

"Yeah probably! Probably." A little chuckle leaving you.

"Wrong wording?" He grinned, rubbing little circles into your back, between your shoulder blades. Kyle also gave you a small kiss on your forehead which made you move closer to him.

"No, just...yeah." You sighed into Kyle's chest, gripping slightly onto his back. All you wanted was silence. As much silence as you could get despite a party going on downstairs. The pounding music was almost felt in your heart as your heart hearts were fast and nervous.

"It's alright, don't even worry." The man smiled against your forehead as he kissed it again. But you wanted to worry, you just felt betrayed. The judge was so excited and happy with your painting. No one else got the reaction you did, so your heart yearned for a win. Your first win in these competitions, only to be taken away from you with a shitty re-creation.

Peppering kisses over your face made you giggle a little, which immediately gave Kyle another smile. "there's my giggly darling."

"Shut up."

"No. I love you."