1.oil pastels
2. sand paper
3. paint brushes
4. soap
5. a bucket
6. easel
7. tarp
8. mounting tape
I look at him and gape back to the list. All these things can't possibly be necessary for whatever he's been busy doing.
"what the hell do you need all this for?" He rolls his eyes as if I should already know.
"my artistic vision." He states matter of factly. I scoff. knowing Nash, his artistic vision is probably a half naked women with a Fiji bottle in hand, chewing on winter fresh.
"Your artistic vision is a splitting image of you." He stands there high and mighty with his arms crossed, continuously popping his gum. Talking to him is sometimes like talking to a wall and it's kind of annoying. He likes it his way. When he's finished grilling me he sucks his teeth and turns around, grabbing a bunch of used paint brushes.
"Did you find the will?" It's the first time he's asked about it. I didn't think he cared. I sigh and shake my head.
"nope," I tell him. Instead of being helpful, he chuckles. " I don't really know what to do."
"I've already told you what you could do." The offer he had proposed to me was to give me money constantly for the upkeep of this house and my life. Well, at least until I get a job.
Nash's family is really wealthy. He doesn't like to flaunt it but he doesn't mind using it to his advantage. To give me his money is too much to ask furthermore accept.
"No, you told me what you could do." Deep down as I talk back to him I know that this will turn into some type of debate. We will both want to win and it's not going to happen because we have stubborn souls.
"Is it even an option, Cameron?" Nash exasperates, looking at me incredulously. The vain in his neck is apparent, as is the anger etched in his features.
"No! No, it's not." Before he can open his mouth to protest some more I cut him off, shoving the list in the pocket of my sweater and turning around. "We're not having this conversation again."
From behind me I can here him scoff at my words. sometimes he says that I'm not intimidating to him. No matter what I do, he would never have a fear of me. Not like I'd ever want him to but I need him to take me serious. "we'll see."
