The Harvest Moon

Chapter six

Looking over at Dylan’s dad, who told me I could call him Mike, both mike and Dylan were looking at me, Mike surprised Dylan worried. What did I say?

“Alana, is the name Lovell on your mothers side or your fathers?”

“My mothers side,” why would Mike ask me that? “why?”

“Oh, well my dear. that’s just uprising to me.”

“why?”

“Son I never knew you were interested in gypsies.”

“I’m not a gypsy.” I don’t belly dance and travel. Dylan was looking at me wide eyed, he was worried, possibly scared.

“Father I need a word with Alana.”

“well I’m just about finish here any ways.” his father said putting the charcoal down and walking out. I walked over to the drawing, eager to see, all the while Dylan was looking at me, “why didn’t you tell me you’re a gypsy.”

“But I’m not. Its only a last name.”

“No, that’s a gypsy surname.”

“Ok?”

“so you at least have gypsy in your blood.”

“Ok so that doesn’t make me one.”

“Well by blood yes.”

“Does it matter, what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing.”

“Its something.”

“No its nothing.”

“Its something or you wouldn’t have had your father leave.”

“Actually id do anything to get him away from you.”

“Oh, how come?”

He looked taken back, “no reason.” he mumbled and walked out. Leaving me alone in this room. The drawing room. Where there were paintings, sketches, sculptures, everything. And it all looked amazing. I was a pretty good artist my self, but no where near this good. I heard muffled voices, arguing, must be Mike and Dylan.

Picking up a charcoal pencil and some drawing paper. The thick paper felt old and rich. I sat in the bow window. Much like I was before. But this time I focused my attention on a certain someone in the green house. He was cutting roses. His white t-shirt tucked into his pack pocket of his baggy but slim fitting jeans. No shoes, dark caramel shaggy hair, and luminous green eyes. Even with the synthetic light coming from the flood lights attached to the house, he was looking extra sexy today, well tonight.

About nearly finished now, after drawing a few quick light studies, I drew over the studies. I didn’t know what I would do with the finish product, the paper was eighteen by twenty-four. I cant exactly hide it easily.

If only I could get him to look at me, so I can get his eyes just right.

Bo looking up as if reading my mind, smiled. And I got a clear view of his dimples, the gleam in his eyes, his strong narrow nose. Blushing, after I realized he saw that I was drawing him, I re-adjusted my self, so he wouldn’t be able to see my face. Mike and Dylan both walked in.

“Miss Alana, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me on a night out.” Mike was looking at me one arm behind his back, the other stretched out with his hand to me.

“oh,” I looked at Dylan he was a little fumed.

“what about Dylan?” I asked while smudging the charcoal to color Bo’s hair.