Vienna {h.s.}

chapter two - rare occurance

edited 1/22/17

Vienna usually only had to go out twice a month to buy paint to keep herself stocked. She kept herself tucked away, not really engaging in the towns activities and gossip. What was the point, if she didn't care, and her dead parents weren't there to tell her that social interaction is important. But Vienna, who is almost always prepared, didn't buy enough paint the trip before, so she had to buy it for a third time that month.

"Venice, I don't want to go out." Vienna whined, tugging on her younger sister's shirt.

"Well that sucks, doesn't it." Venice replied, eyes still locked on her textbook.

"Will you go for me?" The elder sister asked, a hopeful pout on her face. Venice huffed, looking up at Vienna with a glare.

"Via, you do not have enough social interaction in a year, so no. Another reason is that I have finals this week so I can't waste an hour to go get paint, come back, have you tell me I got the wrong ones, and repeat the process. So go away and have a conversation with the cashier at your paint store." Venice instructed, pointing at the front door.

"Fine, fine." Vienna gave up, holding her hands up in defense. She sighed, walked away from her younger sister, grabbing her wallet, and leaving the house.

Vienna walked at a brisk pace down the street, the cold brushing her cheeks with a bright red tint, and making her smile softly. Vienna loved all things cold and dim. It was her sign that not everything was meant to be happy, and for some reason, that made her happy. She tugged on the wholly sleeve of her sweatshirt, the worn out material that she pretty much always wore soft from the amount of usage.

The chime of the paint store was familiar to her, one of the only sounds she found tolerable. She smiled as she slipped into one of the isles, scanning them to find out what her main colors for the next month would be, the month's aesthetic if you will. The previous month, it had been a mixture of hard colors, deep and unforgiving, as she had bought them on the death anniversary of her parents. But she searched for less depressing colors for that month, having seen too many colors that made her heart hurt to even consider a red or black. So she grabbed a nearly-white pink, and a creamy green with some dark purple and deep blue, and she might have grabbed a mist grey.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" She jumped back, spinning midair and nearly falling straight into the paint samples.

"Oh dear Jesus." She breathed, trying to calm her racing heart.

She glanced up with wide eyes, still being half scared to death. Her body was stiff as she took in with blurry eyes a man standing in front of her with a slightly amused, shocked face staring at her. He was obviously not expecting that he was going to elicit that reaction, as his wide eyes showed.

"I am so sorry, I didn't think that would happen." He apologized, a deep and smooth syllables rolling through his lips.

"No, no. It's fine. I shouldn't be so jumpy." She scolded herself, running a hand over her forehead to push her hair back, her breath heavy as she regained it.

"I was just going to ask for help finding some colors, but I don't think you work here, now that I look at you." He realized as he spoke, taking in her attire of an old ratted shoes and loose, ripped jeans held up to her shirt by a bulky black belt.

"I do know t-this store like my own room." She told him, glancing at the paint samples that he held. "They would be on isle four, and this is isle seven." She gestured toward the samples, and he nodded dumbly, huffing out a smile.

"Thank you. I never caught your name?" He inquired, catching her before she ran off to the cash register to disappear back into her house for another long period of isolation.

"Vienna." He nodded at the unique name, and after seeing her confused expression after a moment of him just nodding, he became embarrassed. "Sorry, w-what was your name?"

And oh, how he grinned. Because the girl didn't know his name, and that was a very rare occurrence, and he loved it. He loved it so much that he couldn't help but break into a large grin that confused her even more. But he held out his hand to shake, and she took it.

"Harry."

^i'm actually in love with my characters this book.^