Blurry Lines

Chapter 1: James dean and Audrey Hepburn

I grab another cigarette and light it up for a third time, all this smoke fogging up the atmosphere and i haven't been sober like this for years. Sitting up on my bed wearing this weary eyes on my face as i hear the rain pouring down angrily on the window pane. I should've known......I should've known he wanted to leave.

I'm Cyrene Irving and i paint to live.

I pushed the sheets away from me and went ahead downstairs for a coffee, I checked the time and it's 2:30 am in the morning. I felt my cat Lucas rubbing his body and purring as i grab the mug on the top shelf.

"Oh..Lucas" I whispered

I turned the coffee maker on and i sat down on the dinning table with my cat besides me. I checked my phone and i haven't been answering any calls from Ian. I decided to call him back

It took four rings before he answered.

"What do you want Cyrene?" He ask as i hear his breathy voice on the phone.

"It's only 2:30 am in the m...."

"listen, I'm sorry if i haven't been answering your calls and may i ask you a favor?"

"Sure" hearing him yawn

"Can you come pick me up and drive me around somewhere there's less people"

I heard the coffee maker clicked, I stood up and I started pouring down some coffee on my mug. I took a sip a bit and went ahead upstairs to get change.

"Okay, I'll just honk outside your apartment"

"Thanks, Ian" I smiled on the phone and dropped the call

I sat at the edge of my bed looking around how messy my room is with all this papers, pencils, sketch pads, paint brush and paints scattered everywhere but one thing that distracts me is my work that i haven't finished for 3 years now. I took a step forward passing by with all these mess on the floor. I touched the side of the surface where it's already done, all these bumps on the canvas from the dried paint that wasn't smudge that I made for details. I let my fingers wonder more around until it reached where the eye is and i pulled myself away from it and looked devastated. I can't finish the work it's just because of him....because of him.

I grab a paint and splash the part with all this anger within me.

I suddenly heard a honk outside my house.

"Cy, Let's go!"

hearing him screaming outside my apartment. I just realized that it had stop raining

I drank half of my coffee and placed it on my desk. I hurried going down stairs as i put my Hooded sweater on.

"I'll be back later, Lucas" I looked at my cat smiling closing the door.

I can feel the cold wind breeze blowing hard, it made my hair flew on my face as i walk towards Ian's Ford mustang.

He rolled down the window on his car.

"You look like you got eaten by an alligator by that face and you're able to get out from it" he giggles "Hop in, Munchkin"

"Thanks for that really bright compliment" I said sarcastically

"Somewhere nice?, my lady?" with an irish accent

"Stop with that accent or I'll cut your head off right now" i giggled trying to sound that I'm threatening him "Just go ahead loser, take me somewhere I've never been before" I smiled

"Alright" and he went off

I didn't really care where he wanted to take me as long that he's here besides me. I turned the radio on on his car to break the silence and the first thing i heard was linkin park

"In the end it doesn't even matter...."

Fits my mood right now honestly. There's still this Question marking in my head

"Why he suddenly left me?" I don't get him at all.

Sadness is surrounding me like trashes everywhere that haven't been thrown out by a garbage truck, this is so fucking ridiculous.

I suddenly felt a rub on my shoulder and it's just Ian being so concerned about everything right now, Im just thankful i got a guy like him besides me everyday, I smiled at him.

Ian and I were really good friends since we were 5 years old and it just happened that our parents seems to like us to be together when we grow up but we decided not to break our friendship at all. Ian is one of the bravest, goofy, a gentlemen and just the guy that every girl would probably refer the most than other guys out there. I am the type of girl who doesn't really like socializing other people besides Ian. It's been 15 years of our friendship and no one ever took it away from us. Ian is somehow sweet, he never dated someone at all for me, i still remember that one time he said "I will never ever ask someone out cause I'll be the one who will take care of you and waste my time on as we go on an adventure just both of us and no one else'', It just makes me smile and laugh remembering this moment, he was only 8 years old and I don't even know who taught this guy how to speak that way. I never believed him first because we were too young to understand things like that but now I think i do believe in keeping promises and being with someone who understands me so much.

"what are you laughing at" Ian asked as he stopped in front of the red traffic light

"nothing.." trying to hold my laugh "It's just when you were 8''

"Oh my g.." taking a deep breathe " DON'T even say it!"

"I won't" i said laughing " i swear oh my gosh"

He laughed a bit too and went off when the traffic light started turning green

I'm kinda liking this guy but I'm just too afraid to tell him, i guess It's too early for me, we've kissed several times but i guess he never catches feelings for me, friends with benefit.

"Are we almost there?'' i asked turning in front of him

"Nah, not yet prolly one more hour" he smiled