Five thirty, on the dot, Pete and Patrick show up to get me. I'm waiting right by the door, my piece in hand. I had Jenny help me find a frame big enough to fit it and she gave me a sheet to cover it with. She left about half an hour ago. I had thanked her and told her to have a good night. She was kind of growing on me.
A black car rolled up to the home. I saw Pete behind the wheel and quickly rushed out of the house, yelling a goodbye to whoever might be listening. Patrick got out of the passenger seat and greeted me halfway.
"Are you excited?" He smiled down at me.
"Extremely." I grinned back up at him. It was kind of cute, the way he was only a couple inches taller than me. He was like a big brother who cared way more than necessary.
"C'mon." He opened the backseat door for me and took the sheeted frame out of my hands. Carefully, he slid it to the other side of the bench.
"Thanks." I smiled at him again and sat in the car. He shut the door dramatically behind me. Laughing a little, I pulled the seat belt over my body and noticed Pete looking at me in the rear-view mirror.
"Hey kiddo."
"Sup Pete."
"Are you ready. I haven't even seen your picture yet and I already know it's gonna be a hit." I blushed at his words. My art wasn't that good. I mean Ms. Liva seemed to think I was something special. I wasn't so sure.
"Thanks." I finally said as Patrick got back in his seat.
"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Patrick turned back to me and we both smiled like idiots. Pete lurched the car into gear and Patrick jumped, almost hitting his head. Pete and I laughed as he pouted.
"Let's go," he grumbled. We just laugh more.
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The open art gallery was held in a small place squashed between the shops in town. The door was propped open and warm, yellow light spilled out. Pete insisted on carrying my framed art in so Patrick and I walked in front of him. To be honest, we probably looked like little kids and our dad was taking us out to see the 'pretty pictures'. I'm sure it was a sight to see.
Ms. Liva was standing in the corner talking to a tall lady. They both looked very important and sophisticated. They were in blouses and pencil skirts. I was still dressed in the day's clothes. Though I had changed out of my jeans into a pair of nicer black pants that were a little too big. They were from a bag of old clothes that seem to come by the home every once and a while.
"Oh! Lucy, I thought you couldn't make it?" My art teacher rushed up to us and beamed at me.
"Hi, Ms. Liva, this is Pete and Patrick. They drove me." They shook hands and greeted each other while the tall lady came over.
"Hi, Amanda Larde. I helped organize this event." She smiles warmly and holds her hand out to me. I take it and try to give a firm handshake.
"Hi, I'm Lucy."
"Nice to meet you, Lucy. Why don't we go put up your work and label it?" I nod and she leads me to a table pushed against I set the framed paper on the table and pull off the sheet.
"This is beautiful." Amanda says softly, grazing her fingers on the glass.
"Thank you." I say blushing.
She looks back up and smiles at me again. "So, do you have a name for your piece?"
"Um," I bite my lip, thinking. "'The night it all happened'." Amanda nods and writes it down.
"And what's your last name?"
"Crowley. C-R-O-W-L-E-Y."
"Ok, thanks honey. I'll just put this into my label maker and hang it up. Go mingle."
"Thank you." I smile at her. Just then I hear a familiar voice from behind me.
"Hey kiddo." I turn and see Pete walking over, Patrick on his tail. "Woah. Is this one yours?" I nod and blush as he comes up to inspect my work.
"This is awesome." Patrick comes over to my other side.
"Thanks."
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At the end of the night Ms. Liva comes up to say goodbye to me. She's a bit tipsy off the champagne but manages to keep her balance in her over sized heels.
"Lucy! Oh darling. So have you decided?"
"Sorry?" I look at her, confused. "Decided what?"
"You've had ten offers on your painting. Ranging from two hundred to a thousand." She smiles widely and my heart speeds up. What? Someone wants to pay a thousand dollars for something made by a fifteen year old?
"Wow," I breathe out.
"I mean, you have until next week to make a decision. We can talk on Monday."
"Ok. I'll see you on Monday then." She nods and stumbles over to say bye to someone else.
"Hey, Lucy. Ready to go?" Patrick appears at my side.
"Yeah. Did Pete get my drawing?"
"They said they'd hold it until you decided what you wanted to do with it."
"Oh, ok."
"I mean we can go get it back, if you want." He's quick to answer, always making sure I'm ok with decisions made about me. It's weird to have this sense of protectiveness from someone who hardly knows me.
"No, it's fine. Let's go."
Patrick and I head out to the front of the gallery. Pete already has the car pulled up. We get in and Patrick let's me sit in the front. Pete grins over at me and Patrick leans forward from the middle in the back.
"Hey, Luce. Wanna go for ice cream?"
"It's a school night, Pete. It's almost 11." Patrick taps his husband's shoulder, trying to talk sense into him.
"Oh c'mom, Dad." He rolls his eyes and starts to drive.
"Yeah, Dad." I giggle and Patrick gives me a look.
"Fine. We can get ice cream. But only because I'm a cool dad." He leans back and crosses his arms, trying to look cool. Between you and me, though, it's not really working. Patrick will always look like a marshmallow.
Sorry if this makes little to no sense. Written on 3 1/2 hours of sleep so...
Idk how long the next part will be. Might be a filler like this one. Lucy will be adopted soon tho. Hopefully the updates will be more entertaining then.
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Fanfiction*Completed Lucy Ann Crowley was left on the highway at age seven. Her mother said she'd be right back. She said she promises. After daddy left mama promised she'd never leave. But one day she did. Eight years later she's fifteen and still without pa...
