LIGHTNING AND THUNDER

(6) Levina

*Levi*

That night as I was doodling on a scrap of paper that night, listening to the sound of the oils and spices bubbling in a large black pan over the stove, of which was going to be my dinner. My aunt was already gone on their Vacation to Florida. Every year, my aunt would go to the Wine and food festival in Florida, I never want to go, and if I did, then I would be declined, I had gotten used to the empty house for about a month. She would also go see my aunt Clyde in Georgia on the trip home. If she wasn't home in a month, I wouldn't be worried. I wouldn't even care really, she was never really home, just five minute intervals a month was all the time calculated of the amount of time I see her.

                I stopped doodling and I looked over to his note, I have his handwriting imprinted on my brain, and I kept clinging to the fact that he actually likes me, and he cares about my safety, and that he was going to meet me tonight. I looked at the clock, again, and I had about 3 hours left. I glanced at my paper again and I saw his eyes staring at me through the doodle. I had perfectly sketched his eyes into my paper. I sighed and I needed to kill some time. I hopped off the stool, and fixed up my pasta into a bowl, and headed off to my studio. The small guest room next to mine, I transformed into my own studio, my aunt hadn’t even noticed I had, and I wouldn’t really care if she did.

The room was a dull baby blue, and had a nice big window that I fixed up a shelf under it so that I could put some small figurines under it. Hundreds of paintings plastelled the walls. Hundreds of different pictures, that had hundreds of different meanings, and different emotions, some random, some visually gripping. I propped up a big canvas on my loose easel. I tied my hair up, and grabbed a pencil. I lightly trailed the pencil across the canvas, shaping his perfect oval eyes and his blue iris’. I drew his nose, and his mouth turned up in a smile, the same smile he given me that made me melt like butter. I drew his hair drooping over his forehead, and his face shape. I drew his shoulders relaxed and pulled forward. I pulled back and I felt like one of those stalker chicks, I couldn’t help but paint him, I had these same sort of phases, it seemed like the same picture was glued to the back of my eyelids and once I painted it, it would go away. I took the painting off the easel and I put in my closet, stocked full of all my art materials that were so precious to me. He was still there on the back of my eyelids.

I pushed the loose hair out of my face and I caught a glance at my clock that I had refurbished that hung over the door. It was already a little past seven thirty.

I squeaked and I dashed to my room. I closed the door and I drew the blue curtains over my windows and I threw on the shower, I washed myself until I was squeaky clean, I shaved my legs and under my arms and I washed my hair twice. I turned the shower off and I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. I had taken a record time of 15 minutes in the shower, my emotions fluttered across my face too fast and soon I was standing in front of my closet with a towel on and nothing to wear.

 I was confused, should I wear a dress in case we were going somewhere fancy, or should I dress casually, since we were meeting at a lake? I had nothing to wear for any suitable bottoms. I had decided to wear an outfit that was casual, but would pull off a classy look. I had a gorgeous blue shirt in my hand. It was a beautiful shirt my aunt let me have after it was too small for her. It draped over my shoulders with grace, and it hugged every inch of my skin and it beautifully draped and pulled into a knot at the chest. I put on a simple long gold chain that hung down to the bottom of the knot of the V neck and I put in some peacock feather earrings. I let my hair hang loose, I was bottom-less. I had no cute black skinny jeans or pants to go with it, but my aunt did.

 I darted to her room in my classy shirt and with a towel wrapped around my bottom. I pulled open her sliding closet and I found some black skinny jeans that were faded to a grey on the knees and were a little big, but that gave me an excuse to wear a cute belt that would go perfect with these cute black flats I found smuggled in the back of her closet. After I was done dressing I looked at the clock and I had enough time to dry my hair. As I was drying my gold hair I was thinking, how would I get there? I contemplated calling Cleo, but she would be doing other stuff, and she would want to know everything about him, and I couldn’t deal with that right now. I thought about walking, but then I thought I would get kidnapped or something. A cab, the bus?