Bryson left around 6 before dinner even though my mother insisted on him staying. Ranell also left because she had some homework. Which leaves me in my bed room, alone. For some reason I have the urge to peek out the window in hopes that I get a glace of shirtless Bryson. No! I must resist the urge. I stood right up and plugged my phone into the stereo in attempt to fill the silenced room. "time stood still the way it did before its like I'm sleep walking" I mumbled along to Bring me the Horizon. Just then I got a spark of inspiration to sketch. I quickly pulled out my sketch pad, charcoal set, and dimmed the lights.
I spent three hours sketching out an abstract forest. For some reason I found some comfort in the roughly shaded background. I signed and dated my creation then quickly put it away. My hands where black and my fingers felt too slick which means I need to wash them. Usually the charcoal doesn't fully come out the first time I attempt to wash it off. So I'm not even going to bother washing again. Instead I brushed my teeth and braided my hair.
Dressed with only an over sized T-shirt, I crawled into bed. Just as I was allowing sleep consume me into its endless abyss, there was a tap coming from the window. I simply groaned because it was probably the tree. Then the taps turned into knocks. Panic filled my body and I bolted out of bed in search of something to use as a weapon. The knocks got louder.
"Go away." I loudly whispered, careful not to wake my parents.
"Its me, Bryson. Open the window, would ya?"
Bryson? But why?
"Amanda? Not getting any younger here."
"Right! Sorry." I quickly walked over to the window and opened it.
Bryson was dressed in gray American Horror Story pajama pants and an old black T-shirt. God, is it possible to look this hot in pajamas? Wait! Pajamas? I'm only wearing a big T-shirt. I quickly pulled my shirt down attempting to make sure I was covered.
"That's all ya sleep in? Cute. Well you're probably wondering why I'm here."
"Yeah because I don't appreciate being dragged out of my sleep so this better be important." I say while I slipped on some shorts.
"Well the truth is I'm bored as hell and need a little getaway with someone as gorgeous as you. Like damn baby, you're to die for." Bryson said and slowly approached me. I could tell he was gonna try to kiss me.
I slightly turned my body away from him to try to avoid him. "Seems like you're not just gonna wanna hang somewhere but I have news for you buddy. It ain't happenin'."
"I had a feeling you were going to say something like that." Byrson said with a mischievous smile that made my stomach turn. He slowly inched closer to me and I started to lose control of my breathing.
I took a step back and tried to put as much space in between us as possible. He's going to try something and I need to be ready so I started looking for something to defend myself with and I had to be quick because he was going to realize it the minute he spots my eyes darting around the room.
Then my wooden baseball bat caught my eye just under my bed. I let out a slight breath of relief but I still had to get over there.
"Look" I started "I don't wanna be a late night booty call."
Bryson let out a chuckle then looked down at his feet. "You've got it all wrong, love. That's not what this is about." He said with a smile.
I was confused so I crossed my arms over my chest but slowly inched towards my bed. "Then explain yourself. What it is it that you want." I stated.
"I just did. I just want a little adventure. I want to go out and explore. C'mon Amanda. You can't tell me you've never wanted to go out and see the world from a different perspective." Bryson said as he held my hands. I just gave him a blank look because he has to be out of his mind.
"Are you crazy?" I almost shouted. "Its the middle of the night on a school night. You wouldn't be bored if you just slept." I snatched my hands out of his grasp and sat on my bed.
"You're avoiding my request. Do you or do you not want to see the world at its peaceful state? Because while every one is at home sleeping they're missing out on something beautiful. An artist such as yourself has to see things different so that they can depict that in their art."
"How do you know that I'm an artist?" I questioned.
"Just take a look at your hands. Charcoal. I can recognize it because my mother used to draw with charcoal too. So what do you say?"
I took a second to respond because I wasn't too sure what I was in for but he was right, the world is at peace right now and it would be beautiful.
"Let me get dressed." I said.
