Coward

Chapter Twenty

The following week I woke up in the morning, did some painting. Went to school, I brought chocolate and grew closer to my new 'hippie' friends. Rushed home and painted until the sky grew dark and no natural light filtered it's way through the windows.

It's now Friday night, black ominous clouds hung low in the sky and even the setting sun's rays is unable to pierce through them. I place my brush back into an old honey jar filled with water and I stand up victoriously. As I shift my attention to another painting I place my hands on my hips as my eyes scan over the realistic oil painting. I grin as my eyes pick apart the details, the scene is of two people their back to the viewer walking away down a pathway in a well lit park. Trees line the sides of the path. The light from the tall lamps reflected on the clearly rain sodden path. The two figures, a man and a daughter are also reflected on the ground.

I now look back over at the similar painting, still damp with unique splashes of colour. The scene is the same as in the other but instead of earthy colours it is alive with the light of a child's memory. My smile widens, pinks, blues, purples, greens, yellows, oranges and reds make up the artwork. The odd object black to add detail but apart from that it's playful with the way the colour plays with the light and reflections.

My phone starts ringing, putting a stop to Harrison Ford's the words that you say. Paint laces my ringers put I hastily pick up my phone and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask happily.

"What's got you so happy?" Logan's voice filters through the line.

"Oh, hello Logan," I smile. "I just finished a painting."

"Oh, that's cool. What's it of?"

"Just some trees and stuff, why'd you ring?" I ask.

"You weren't responding to any of Crystals texts so she made me ring you."

I laugh, "I must've subconsciously been ignoring them."

He laughs, "so why pick up my call then?"

I laugh, "thanks to you my music stopped."

He chuckles, "so do you wanna come hang out, Shane's aunt and uncle are out for the weekend."

I nod my head, although he can't see me. "That sounds like a good time but I have to go out," my voice apologetic.

"Where are you going?" He asks genuinely curious.

I laugh, "don't worry I'll probably will come by later tonight or sometime tomorrow."

"Yeah sure, Crystal won't be happy but I guess we'll see you soon."

"Yeah, I'll bring food or something." I vow.

He laughs, "okay sure."

"I have to go now, so bye." I say, trying not to sound awkward.

"Yeah, good bye Belle, have fun." He laughs.

I shake my head, "I'm not even doing anything like that."

He chuckles, "sure, just be safe."

I open my mouth ready with a comeback but he hangs up on me. I laugh and shake my head. I slide my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. I'm wearing my yellow paint splattered clothes which have now become my unofficial painting clothes. I smile as I remember that day. Then I shake my head, I need to get my A into G. Pocketing my car keys I put a painting under each arm. I pull the front door closed with my foot after turning off all the lights with the use on my face. Walking over to my door I place the painting on the ground and put the chairs down in the back. I gently slide in my paintings and slam the boot closed as I run over to the drivers side and open up the door and hop in.