Night Changes [Completed]

Thirty Three

Quote:

Stone walls will fall, young hearts will break.
For so long we're so strong, we'll smile until we fade.
                   - Stone Walls (we the kings)

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Chapter Thirty Three

I let down the blank canvas and take out my paints. I pull my hair up in a bun. I took out the palate and dropped some of black and white and took a paintbrush. I started painting, the canvas slowly started filling up with my emotions.

I painted with black and white, I still didn't know what I was painting but I let my hands move as they wanted to.

Before I had stopped painting g I used to paint whenever I felt sad. The paintings would come out original and good. The canvas in my room, the one I had brought also was made when I was sad and tears wouldn't help.

The canvas stained with strokes of black and white. Several shades of those two colours mixed together and spoke of my feelings. Hours passed and I continued with the canvas which was now transforming from clean white, to a blend of black and white.

The door opened, I looked at the door shocked. Jo was standing there with a confused expression in his face.

"Why are you crying?" Jo asked.

"I'm not crying." I say looking at my painting and then at Jo.

"Yes you have tears on your eyes." Jo says.

I realize that tears had flown down my cheeks escaping my eyes.

"Jo just leave me alone" I say.

"But Chris has come to meet you."

"Tell him that I don't wanna see him."

"But I want to talk to you." Chris said coming into the room.

I looked at him in shock. I noticed his expression go from sad to shocked.

"Go away" I said quietly.

My brother walks out of the room. Who told him to go?

"Wow" Chris exclaimed as he walked towards me.

I looked at where he was looking. My painting. Right. I had forgotten.

"You started to paint again." Chris said softly.

I looked down at my paint stained hands. Yes because I was sad.

"Listen Chris I don't wanna talk right now. I'm busy" I say.

"Please lily, let me just explain myself." Chris said coming towards me.

I step back instantly and the feelings come rushing back. A conflict of feelings. Did I really want to know why he walked away from me?

"Ok I know it was wrong. I know it hurt your feeling. And I know that I shouldn't have walked away. But -" Chris said.

"You knew it all but you did that right? Now its done. Over." I said
"I haven't finished yet." Chris said. "But I didn't want you to fall for me because -"

"Oh I know why because you don't like me the way I like you." I snapped cutting him off the second time.

He now looked annoyed but then he bit his lips and looked at me.

"Listen lily, will you please just listen without interuppting?" He said.

I nodded.

"Okay listen, I walked away because I didn't want you to do the same thing as Summer did. You know after she cheated on me, I didn't feel like myself for weeks. You were the only one who actually took out the real me. And I don't want you to hurt me and I didn't want to hurt you. I'm just afraid." He finished.

"I understand. I understand if you want to compare me with Summer, but get this, I have never been in love before and I am more afraid of it than you are." I said.

"I'm not comparing you with Summer. I'm sorry I didn't mean that." he said softly stepping towards me.

I just stood still because behind me was the window which was very much open, and I didnt want to fall off.

"I never knew you could paint so well while crying." Chris said in a low husky voice.

"I wasn't crying." I say looking at my canvas. It was really beautiful.

He raised his hand and brushed his hands through my cheek wiping away my tears, which had stopped flowing long ago.

"Don't lie babe" he said.

He bent forward towards my face smirking. His hand cupped my face. I don't know what I was thinking anymore.

I looked into his sea green eyes, almost like a deep blue ocean. Easy to get lost in and easy to drown in. My gaze dropped to his pink lips.

His head came closer to mine and Chris planted his lips on mine. The air around us kind of evaporated and I kissed him back.

After some time, he slowly pulled away from me but still looked at me with his intense sea gaze.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I'm sorry again. I know you won't hurt me like Summer did." he whispered.

"I won't. I promise." I whisper back.

He leaned forward again kissing me. My hand tangled in his soft rusty blonde hair as I deepened the kiss.

His tongue was now lingering inside my mouth. He kissed me like he was afraid I'd vanish. We both were making out for quite some time before there was a knock on the door.

I quickly pushed Chris back, as I heard the door open. I looked behind him.

There stood my two beasties beaming. My eyes widened, had they seen us? Oh my god.

"Uh um...I...um..." I stammered.

"This is a beautiful painting babe." Chris said his back was to me and he was facing the canvas.

"Uh um...ya...thanks." I stammered again.

"Wow I never knew you painted." Connor said coming towards us. He stood beside his brother and they both stood there analyzing the painting.

I sighed in relief. I don't think they saw us.

Ariana came towards me and elbowed me and winked at me.

"Oww" I complained.

"Very well what you did." she said grinning mischievously.

"What did I do?" I asked her tilting my head and playing dumb.

She pulled me into the washroom. While both the boys were still staring at the painting.

"Now don't you say that you didn't kiss him." Ariana said.

"Yes I did, yesterday." I said looking down.

"And today. No in fact you were making out." she said.

"No I wasn't." I said fidgeting with my fingers. I could feel my cheeks flaming up.

"Oh my god you are blushing. Do you love him?" Ariana said getting excited.

I still didn't say anything. I opened my hair and started playing with it.

"Oh my god you totally are in love with him" Ariana said dancing around the washroom.

"Uh...that's why I'm scared." I said softly.

"Don't be. He loves you." Ariana said.

"How do you know?" I ask.

"He wouldn't have kissed you if he didn't." she said and walked out of the washroom.