Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 07

Written: Dec. 3rd, 2016

Edited: November 22nd, 2016 (@ 2:32am - this isn't smart at all)

The glass doors automatically opened as the two approached. Walking in you could inhale the purity of the open industry. Majority of the walls were simply glass. The acrylic glass gave off an open feel. Sunlight beamed through all aspects of the building, hitting the crisp marble flooring in an intense manner. The building was huge to begin with, but when the exterior and interior design was put together it seemed as if a puzzle was complete. The facility held thirty-six floors with more employees than one could count on their fingers- clearly. Thirty six floors seemed extreme in this case, but aspiring artist were flooding in left and right. Art was thriving and becoming an important aspect of any culture. Some parts of society still didn't understand this concept and weren't too fond of it either, so this was a safe haven for artist, regardless of what society thought.
A typical morning consisted of Harry greeting the clerk at the front desk on the first floor and on his own. The two young ladies greeted him in a professional manner, but eyed him as he disappeared with Leigh-Ann. He and Ann stalked along the hallways of his floor until he reached his studio.

From a far she watched him shake out his hair only to run a hand through it. Doing so caused Ann to smile and shake her head. After she looked away she fixed her eyes onto her sandwich that she held with her thumb and the rest of her fingers, excluding her pinky. She bit into her breakfast sandwich which consisted of bacon and eggs between Texas toast. A moan rose within her throat and her insides praised her as the delicious meal began to satisfy her. Harry's hand froze and his eyes widened slightly. The expo marker that played between his fingers no longer grazed across the planning board. Slowly, he turned his head and took an innocent glance at his friend before returning to his sketch. Ann blushed slightly before her eyes roamed the room as curiosity began to fill her mind. She wondered if anyone else heard her gush over how good Bill's breakfast sandwich truly was. To her surprise, no one did. Artist continued to mind their own. Some rushed across the floor while others tended to their unique projects within their studio. After chewing, she sighed and hopped up, grabbing her coffee in the process.

"You know, I hate orange juice but I'm craving a bottle right now. " She stated, approaching Harry.

"Really?"

"Really. Like sure, I'm an apple juice or mango juice type of girl but no. I'm not craving that. I want an orange juice, pulp and all." Disbelief was apparent in her voice and then a small look of disgust washed over her.

"Weirdo." Harry joked, still tending to the planning board. Ann's eyes scanned the board and she nodded in approval. Raising her hand and bringing the warm antidote to her lips, the steaming aura trickling at her nose, she took a long sip. Her temple began to feel at ease as she did so. However, she had to pause for a moment, the coffee causing her chest to feel tight.

"Yeah, yeah. Says the one with his own issues and abnormalities." A smirk appeared upon his face as he began to hum a soft tune.

"Can I have the other half of your sandwich, love ?" He questioned, a smirk still tugging at the muscles in his face.

"Can you do what now?" Ann asked, her eyebrow furrowed.

"May I have the other half of your sandwich?"

"Of whose sandwich?"

"Your sandwich."

"Your sandwich?" Ann questioned titling her head with furrowed brows.

"Oh, for the love of God. I'm taking the other half." Harry groaned, slipping on the cap of his expo marker and setting it down. He turned around and walked over to Ann who found herself back where she originally was. Ann burst into fits of laughter, her eyes watering ever so lightly as she finished off her proportion and grabbed the other sandwich.

"But what if I want it?"

"Fine Ann."

"I'm kidding. I just want another little bite."

"No, I'll take a little bite; you can keep it." Harry stated after a moment of thinking. The least he could do was let his friend enjoy her breakfast. He was grateful that she wasn't simply chugging down some form of toxic. Ann extended her arm and waited for Harry to accept it. Harry removed the sandwich from her hand and took a bite.

"Aw, man." He groaned lowly as he chewed. Bacon, eggs, butter, and grain roamed his mouth and violated his taste buds.

"It's good isn't it?" Ann gushed. Harry nodded in response and looked into her eyes innocently before taking another bite. Ann gasped slightly before shaking her head and sighing. If anything, she knew he could eat so she had no right to believe he was going to simply take a bite. After chewing his last bite, he gave the sandwich back claiming the taste was too much for him to bare. Ann declined quickly and stated that he needed to eat as well. He had been looking after her and treating her as if she was his own. Not once did he focus on himself first, so the least she could do was offer it to him in a serious manner. Harry leaned back on the desk, beside Ann, as he finished off his breakfast and took in his outline and the words that surrounded it in expo.

"It's complex." Ann stated after a moment of taking in the outline as well.

Harry didn't say a word.

"It's different from you other compositions. You're a talent artist, obviously, but there's something about this one. It's so unreal. You haven't even started yet I'm eager to reach out and run my finger over the art. I'm dying to see the outcome." Harry smiled and looked over at his friend. At times, her depression took over her temple and found its way to play with her soul. Even though, that was often, moments like gave him hope. Hope that his friend would be ok. Maybe not today or tomorrow but eventually, she'd be ok . She'd find something that made her utterly blissful and content in a way. Rare conversations like this not only gave him hope, but made him realize how complex she was herself. A memoir couldn't even describe her to say the least. She was simply memorizing and confined in a way that she became intriguing. He appreciated every aspect of her.

"It's something close to my heart." He mumbled. His eyes no longer stared at his outline. They burned through it.

Throughout the day the too worked on their individually unique compositions and messed around with Harry's coworkers from time to time. For the first time in a long time, Harry witnessed the soulful joy Leigh-Ann originally buried somewhere inside herself.

Excuse the spelling mistakes and/or fragments, comma splices, etc that are embedded within this chapter of Distance Between Us. I apologize. Currently, this chapter has not been edited in any shape or form. Although, there may be a few mistakes I will eventually come back and correct them so ignore them for now. (12/3/15)

Justin will be reappearing in the next few chapters.

-A

As of 11/22/16- This chapter has been tweaked.