Bliss

Bliss 12 | Feeling Something

"Do I wanna know? If this feeling goes both ways?" -Arctic Monkeys

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•Rosalie Scott•

Saturday Night

"Adam, where are you taking me?" I chuckled as he took a left turn with his car.

He grinned mysteriously and glanced at me once, "You'll see," He said.

He had brought me to a quiet part of the city, which you only hear the faint sound of cars and hear the running water. We were near the Manhattan bridge, and he parked near the water. "Okay, come on,"

I looked around, there was nothing but deposit stores.  They were closed, lifeless. "Is this the part where you lure me into a trap, and serial murder me? Because, thanks, but no thanks,"

He laughed, as I hesitated to walk next to him, "Don't worry, I'm not going to Dexter you,"

"Uh– what's Dexter me?" I asked hesitantly.

He looked aside, grinning but looked confused, "You know? Dexter Morgan? The forensic who kills people for fun, then chop their parts off? Like what will happen now?"

I blinked, "Okay, you're not making this any good." He laughed, "Stop!" He lifted his hands up in surrender, "but, really, he's a forensic, and kills people? Is he ever caught?" We continued to walk.

He looked side ways, and smirked, "You'll have to watch to find out," He winked, "I can lend the series to you if you want,"

I liked the idea, "That's great, but after the exams. They're giving me headaches! Especially Calculus," I muttered the last part, he heard me.

"Calculus? Peace of cake,"

"For you maybe," I said, "I'm bound to have a difficulty in something, and mine is Calculus." I sighed as I glanced up at the sky, the Stars were sparkling marvelously.

    "Well, I can help you if you want? In here," He opened a door to a small storage building. I entered, as he followed back closing the door behind him.

    "I'll keep your offer in min– wow," I froze, looking around the place in great and utter shock. "For the love of chocolate, what is this place? Wow, oh my god are we breaking into a gallery? Oh we are. Oh I don't care! Oh my god I love this! But wait, I don't want to get arrested. We'll run if we get caught, won't we? Yes."

    Adam was laughing, but I didn't look at him. I was looking at all those paintings that hung on the wall, or the ones leaning on the wall on the ground. "No, we're not breaking and entering," He said as I caught a painting with my eyes and moved towards it.

     The painting was of a little girl looking up at the sky, she had a toothy grin and she was beautiful. "Aria took that picture, that girl is our cousin," I blinked as he said that.

    "Wait," I looked at him, then around the place. The small looking place had a small kitchen in the corner, just opposite of it was a table, a chair and a stand for the paintings. The painting had a signed letter A on its right down corner, "Is– is this place yours? It is! These drawings are yours! You're an artist!" I exclaimed as I looked around one more time.

   He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, "It's a hobby of mine, I enjoy painting," He shrugged, looking at the painting that caught my eyes, the little girl's.

     Suddenly, the door knocked, I furrowed my brows and I looked at Adam. Was he expecting someone? He smiled, and went to to the door. A moment later, he came in with two boxes of pizza. "Since this isn't really a date, I ordered take out," He grinned, "Usually I go for real dinner, but–" he shrugged.