Flooding Memories

Airports and Paintings

May POV:

Who loves waking up to the sound of you're phone going off in the middle of the night, surely it's me I thought in the most sarcastic way ever. My best friend Amelia decides to call me at 2 in the freaking morning to pick up her brother from the freaking airport because she has a date, come on who does that.

I change into a black t-shirt that says flawless on the front and a pair of jeans that fit me just perfectly. I'm too lazy to look pretty so I just put my hair in a ponytail and went for the I don't give a crap look.
I drive in my silver Toyota to LAX (fun fact from 10th grade Trisha the x in LAX means nothing) airport at least a good 30 minutes away. When I arrives I see a herd of people rushing out of the gates. Oh great isn't this just my luck, who knew two billion people like to fly at 2 am.  I see one guy approach me, who I tell you looked so damn fine, if you know what I mean.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing on an airport?" He says. I respond in a loud obnoxious voice "Oh, you know just hunting elephants and what not." ..... gosh I want to kill my self... "My names Is James what's your name?" He tells me, and in my best James Bond impression I reply "Smith, May Smith" I get a call from my friend Amelia
(A= Amelia M= May)
A- Have you picked him up yet??
M- No, and what's his name
A- James
M- Then never mind I already found him
A- Word of advice he is a complete arrogant asshole, who will try to get you in a bed, BYE!!
(End of Call)
She just hung up on me after telling me he's a man whore.
I turn to face James and tell him I'm his ride. We walk back to my car and get in. To tell you it was a really boring drove because he kept trying to flirt with me. Me being me was to distracted because I was jamming out to rock music. All the sudden he screams " I've never met a girl who listens to rock!" I respond " Who do you think I am? Some pansy cake, I'm best friends with you're sister for gods sake." I drop him home, and drive to mine, thankfully avoiding an awkward situation.

(Morning) Yay, it's a Monday, SCHOOL!! The only place you get to learn and have countless hours of pretending you like everybody.

I arrive at school and go to my first class, Art. I always had a passion for art I love to draw, paint, and sculpt. I grab an empty easel and sit in one of the open seats.

I randomly start swishing my paintbrush until i started to see defined objects. Soon the work came together but by but. The picture turned into a girl sitting on a sidewalk in a pitch black night with only one light coming from the street lamp.
"Wow that's really good" someone randomly said, I turn back to look and see James. He looks pretty surprised when he saw me there, I wouldn't expect him to be a junior, I thought he was a senior.

Our art teacher told us to get in our assigned seats. "Where am I going to sit" screeched James. " Right by May Mr. Ryder."