Leo's Gold

Fourteen | Art Room

The electricity that they both got when they touched hands, or when they kissed was something that they both thought was literally impossible when it comes to relationships. Sage had always seen soulmates in tv shows and the movies she watched, and had always believed it was all fake and that type of relationship would never exist. Leo had always wanted something like this - he dreamed of being with a girl just like Sage. Sage was someone that a fire inside of her, an eternal old soul that would never be extinguished. Someone he could see himself falling deep in love with, someone that he would die for. Never in his whole life, would he have thought someone like Sage would be holding his hand in the park, leaning her head against his shoulder. It almost felt like a dream to Leo.

"When are you going to let me see your art?" Sage asked, squeezing his hand with her own. She felt like if she let go, he'd slip away, far away from her reach this time.

Leo shrugged his shoulders, feeling uneasy about letting anyone see what he does in his free time. His art was an escape from reality for him, something he could do to rid his mind of the thoughts that consume him on a day to day basis. Sharing his passion with someone else was all new to him, and he was afraid of not being good enough for Sage's like. "Uh-I don't know. I haven't had the time to paint anything recently." Lies. Leo's mind scolded him. From the two week hiatus he had with Sage, that's all he had done in his free time once he got off of work. It was a constant battle those two weeks, and that's all he could do to ease the stress he was feeling from being away from her.

Sage could tell he was uneasy with the situation. She couldn't blame him, she had her own activities she liked to do in her free time, and she would be the same if Leo ever asked her to do anything for him. But she also wanted something, even desired for him to do something for her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity. "Could I see some of the ones you've already finished?"

Leo sighed, gripping her hand tightly. "Will you think any different of me if you were to see what they look like?" Sage shook her head no, smiling up at him. "Some of them are not so pleasant to look at." Sage shrugged this time, hoping he would finally say yes. "They are dark, some are very sexual." Sage's eyes widened at his words, but played it off.

"Leo, I want to see them. I want to see your mind, what goes on inside there. I don't care if it's dark or cold, or... sexual. I want to see how you express yourself with colors."

Leo couldn't say no now. One look into Sage's eyes, and he was ready to show her what his art room looked like. "Fine, but if you leave me because of this I'm going to burn the whole room down." Sage laughed, and stood from the bench, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him in close.

"I won't leave you because of a stupid thing like that ever again. I promise."

It seemed like to Leo that he was always put in a situation that made him nervous and sweat. More so than ever now he was with Sage and even though she literally scared the shit out of him, he was thrilled that she actually wanted to see his art. So, he twisted the knob to the room that holds all the artwork, easels and paintbrushes, and let Sage enter before he walked in, closing the door.

Sage's eyes lit up at all the colors: the pastels, the bright neons, the dark greys and blacks. "Wow." Leo swallowed hard, awkwardly putting his hands inside his pockets. "Wow." She repeated in awe at the sight. "Leo, this is amazing. Why haven't you done something with this talent?"

Leo's cheeks turned red, not used to the compliments. "I-I don't know, just never thought about showing anybody what I do." Sage turned towards him and smiled, "You really should, this is-wow." Leo smiled, looking around at the paint splattered floor and walls.

He watched Sage as she carefully went to a painting, touching her fingers across the top to outline the figures. It happened to be one of his favorites he had done so far.

It was an abstract painting, with geometric shapes, but if you looked closely it held within a distorted face full of sadness and tears. Sage continued touching the paintings, coming across one where two girls were kissing, while a man watched in the corner. "I didn't know you were into lesbians. Good to know." Sage smiled, "how do you draw people like that? It looks so-so real."

Leo shrugged, "I've been drawing and painting since the third grade. I guess practice." Sage nodded, moving onto another painting of a simple sunset with a couple holding hands. "I couldn't even do this." Leo laughed, "I'm sure you could."

The idea popped into Sage's mind, and she knew just what to do. "Um, can you show me? Like just show me how you started it?" Leo's eyebrows furrowed, completely confused. Sage sighed, "just come here and show me how you started. Act like your finger is your pencil." Leo nodded awkwardly and walked over to the painting, and began talking about how he drew the lines.

"So, yeah, that's basically all you do, I-" Leo's breath hitched in his throat as he turned around to face Sage whom stood naked in the room. "Sage, what-"

"Shh." She smiled playfully, biting her lip. "I was thinking that you could be Jack, and I could be Rose and you can draw me." Leo's eyes were wide, completely wide and he couldn't talk. He was too focused on her body, the way her curves curved perfectly. "Leo?"

"Uh-I, what?" He asked, not sure on what she exactly asked. Sage looked behind her where a couch sat, and she sat herself down on there, and used her arm to hold her head in place and placed the other arm around her stomach so it hung down from her body.

"I want you to paint me, Leo. Or should I say, Jack?"