Cigarette Ashes // Cole Sprouse a.u.

7. Pieces of Art

When your expect something, moments before the event goes by so slow. But the wait is worth it in the end. During the moments waiting for what is about to happen is energizing. The only thing your thinking about is controlling your breath and that one special event.

But looking back on the moments before the firework event, you see that your emotions and your actions are different. They're strangely affected by it in some weird way. 

It was the moment that I was waiting for, and yeah I was waiting for him to lean in and kiss me slow and soft but firm and surely.

///FRIDAY NIGHT///

Tomorrow I was going to see that beautiful slender faced, dirty blonde haired, tall person. I took the note that I received on Monday and held it in my hand, felling every inch of the paper. The note was written on this thick paper, the stress in the crease of the note paper was very clear. His hand writing was oddly perfect, but imperfect. There was  a black faded smudge at the bottom of the note where his initials were.

What am I doing? Why am I falling? Why am I falling for him? Is it the mysterious way he knows things, or the way he looks at me like he wants to remember everything about my physical appearance? I'm falling for someone that I barely know. He could be mentally ill, he could also only want to hang out with me for just one thing. But I won't know until I just go with it and see what might just happen next.

I take the not and but it up to my cheek and all I can smell is him, its always him. The cool mint, old dried ink and the slight smell of cigarettes was so intoxicating. All I wanted to do was to be indulge into the smell, to live in it, to last forever in it.

I fell asleep to smell of it, to the smell of him.

When I woke the next morning Olivia was not in her bed, i guess she had something to do today. I'm surprised that she is out of the room before 8 am. It was 7:36 and I was in the need of some scolding hot coffee to make me alive. For all I know I look like a walking dead woman, and when i walked into the bathroom and I wasn't surprised. My hair looked like a birds nest that a raccoon had ran through. I had dark red circles around my eyes, I seriously looked like a zombie.

I took a quick shower, I through on some old baggy jeans and a tight orange crop top. I grabbed an old bag and puts some extra clothes into it just in case doing art with Cole gets really messy. I close the floral backpack then grab my keys.

I head to the same coffee shop that Olivia, Abby, and Lynn took me to. The same coffee shop that I met Cole. I ordered me a coffee and a chocolate muffin. Oh chocolate, the one thing that never disappoints. I sit at a mini table for two, but I'm single so I only took up one part of the table with my things.

I pull out my laptop and search the internet for things to do, but I go from site to site looking at picture perfect pictures on Tumblr, Instagram, We Heart It, and various  sites. None of them peeked my interest but it wasted time. It was coming up to be 9:30 and I was putting up my stuff in my backpack. 

I put my backpack in the passenger seat beside me and but the address of the old garage in my phone. The drive ins't long, just 20 minutes. The garage was out of the city in a small town, it looked old but well taken care of. When I pulled up the garage doors where a bright blue color with three windows at the top. 

I turned off my engine and grabbed my bag, I kinda feel weird about coming her and I honestly don't know this guy. Lets be honest here, I met him in a coffee shop and then i saw him in a back ally. Other than those encounters I don't know him. To add up on top of that I don't have his number, email, social media account. I don't even think he has a social media account i tried to find his Twitter, Instagram, I even made an fake Facebook account so i could stalk him.

I got to the garage 10 minutes early so I had time to get out the car and snoop around, it was bad of me to do that but I'm very nosey. I bet I look ridiculous because its very obvious what I'm doing. I bet cars are driving by thinking to themselves saying 'I bet that girl is doing some illegal stuff', and maybe they where right. I might actually be doing something illegal, its giving me a little rush. I feel fucking bad ass.

I peek through the garage windows and see many canvases, paints, wooden pencils, and other things I didn't recognize. I walk around the small garage but I didn't see him anywhere. It was 9:56, so I was still early but it was four minutes till it was 10:00. I was so eager to see him, i honestly couldn't wait, but i had to. I continued looking inside the garage, looking at the paintings. It was one painting in particular that really caught my attention, it was a painting of a girl but the it wasn't any facial features, it was just a face.

When I was observing the painting and i hear rumbling from the little office. Then Cole looking flustered walks out the small office flustered, but what is really distracting is that he was shirt less. He looks around for something lift up paintings, hoping hes not looking for a shirt, because shit he looked fucking hot. While he was looking for something I could tell it was important, he stood up straight and combed his hands in his hair in frustration. I was to busy looking at his body that i realized he was looking at me. All the frustration I saw moments before disappeared, I waved and walked to the door. As I was walking my cheeks started to get warmer every step i took. 

When I got to the door it opened. I then saw that face I was waiting all day to see. The one and only Cole Sprouse. He was still shirtless when he go to the door but he had a shirt in his left hand.

"Um, wanna come in," he steps to the side and puts on a grey t shirt with paint splatters on it. While he was putting his shirt on, I was look at his slight tone stomach, it wasn't to toned, it was just right. And oh fuck the v line. I took that small moment to observe him while he couldn't see me, and that moment was heavenly.

When he finally got the shirt on, he started to movie inside the garage. "So what type of art are we doing to day? Something illegal? Something sneaky?" I giggle walking into the garage. Once put my backpack down on an old red couch I start to put up my hair in a tight pony tale.

"Actually I want to help you with something. I still need your help, but I won't need you for what I'm planning until later," I look with confusion. "Hold on." He walks back to the office, i stood there so confused. Why does he want me here? He comes back with a pole of fruit.

"Um, what do you think your doing with that?" I ask lifting an eyebrow.

"Draw it, what else? Have a food fight?" He chuckles walking to a place where there are two canvases, side by side.

"Uh um, I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not an artist nor am I a good artist. I can't draw worth shit," I start to laugh, but then cover my face with my hands. I then feel warm hands take my mine. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks and close my eyes, the embarrassment inside me is killing me slowly.

"Look at me." I didn't open my eyes. " Come one open your eyes, there you go. Now don't ever cover your face again. You don't need to cover your face, beautiful faces aren't meant to be covered. And you'll do good, its just for fun," he says softly keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

Our eyes are locked together for what seemed like forever. I wish that the forever we had really lasted forever. He walked me over to the canvases and sat me down. He got some pencils and two erasers. He also got some basic paints and put it on a antique plate, he put the plate on a small stool in between us. He grabbed the bowl of fruit and put it on a table in front of us.

"Uh, you gonna have to show me how to start this cause I don't know shit," I giggle look up at him from my seat.

/// A.N ///

so guys hows the story so far?

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