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19. Entirely Bonkers

A/N: What the fuck is this chapter. I don't even know. It's kinda boring. I wanted to write a sex scene but I feel like they had wayy to much already. And plus I don't have the integrity to write one. So read on to the shittiest chapter >:)

Bryan

I set up the easel and laid a canvas on the sill. I squeezed a few paint tubes onto the palette and selected my paint brushes. I haven't painted in a while. My set has gotten dusty from the storage but glad it still does that it's supposed to do.

If to some people writing in a diary is expressing their emotions, mine was through painting. And right now I was feeling contented and thrilled for the life I live. And it's fucking crazy.

I started with the hair. Painting stripes of fiery red going in different directions. I added a little white to the red creating a few shades for the details of his hair. I drew a few strokes for his eyebrows which oddly connected to his hair. Then I painted his ivory face. Then his piercing green eyes who stared at you like he was going to cook you up. Then his iconic smile, the smile that proved his recklessness.

Lastly, I painted his hat. The hat which he was named of; "Mad Hatter". I did a little lettering of his quote; You're entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret: all the best people are.

I let him dry and I lied on the floor, completely covered in paint. I sighed before getting up to clean the mess up.

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"You're home!!" I cheered as I exalted from the couch.

"Yeah," He answers nodding his head.

That was weird. He was usually all jumpy and cheery when he would come home but today he just seemed done with life. I laced one hand around his waist as the other pulled cupped his face as I drowned him in kisses.

I explored with his mouth. Memorizing it. I nibbled lightly on his bottom lip until he pulled away which was vague considering he loved it when I did so.

"Warren, ya good?" I inquired as he stumbled on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm just exhausted." He sighs, sitting on the couch and I helped remove his shoes.

His fingers touched my lips lightly, giving me tingles before he drifted into sleep. I expected a little more life in him but who am I to judge? He's the one with a full time job between the two of us.

And though I'm thinking of painting and selling, I'm only starting and so far he's the one paying the bills. I heard he got paid 30k for showing up at the Grand. That was a pity for James. He had to buy his friends or his 'dates'? Hilarious.

I carried his body to the bed and he tried to pull me down but I just woke up from a for hour nap. So I left him on the bed, hoping no-one comes and molests him. But then again, I lived in a penthouse on top of a hotel.

A/N: Yeah, what the fuck..