Art Is In Our Veins// PHAN

Chapter 3

I was just laying in bed staring at the ceiling my thoughts keep straying to dan. He was such a beautiful person. I wanted to get to know him better , but I can't there's to much going on. Also my parents would never approve. They want me to settle down with a nice girl with a house, kids and a nice job like every person in the world, I mean there's nothing wrong with that but that's not me.

I want to be an artist that travels around the world with a nice guy not a girl. I don't want to be like everyone else, but I'm scared my parents won't love me anymore. All I crave is there love, I want them to be proud of me. Why can't they be proud of me.

I sigh and look over at the clock it was 3:30. I decide to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed and make a snack. I mad a sandwich  and sat on our patio and watched the stars. It's such a pretty night.

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. You could easily see all the bright stars shining down on me. The moon was so full, it was a light yellow, and the sky was a deep dark blue almost black but not quite.

I abruptly get up running to my room. I gather my paints, brushes and everything else needed. I set my stuff up and get to work immediately. The thick strock of my brush feeled with a dark blue ruin the purity of the white canvas. As the brush slides smoothly a long the surface the colors dance along with the soft sound of the piano coming from my phone.

Painting just gives you a feeling that words can't explain. I'm in my own world when I paint. I feel like anything is possible, my brain disconnects from the world and my hands take control. I mix colors left and right, to mix the perfect blends of yellow to capture the faint glow of the moon. I flick the brush in a depret need to not leave out a single star.

By the time I finished, the sky was fading from s dark blue to light blues and oranges. I pick up my phone to see the time, it's 5:30. Time moves fast when I paint, it's like time traveling. It doesn't even feel like I've been painting for hours.

I take a step back to look at my work. The whole canvas is a dark blue, in the right corner is the large moon with a faint yellow glow around it. Millions of white specks are scattered across the canvas to represent the stars, and faintly you can see the mountain range and the buildings around our complex.

It's not my best work, but that's ok. I don't think I'm the greatest anyway.

My eyes finally started to feel the heavy weight of sleep. So I sleepily put my stuff up and throw my painting in my closet with the rest and lay in my bed then fall in to a dreamless sleep.

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I woke to a loud bang on my door. I roll over to look at the time and it's 12.

"WHAT!!" I yelled annoyed of course, I hate being woken up.

" Get up you lazy bum, it's twelve and we have things to do today remember?" Chris yelled from the other side still banging on the door.

I reluctantly get up and swing the door open. And a very surprised Chris falls to the ground.

"Ow......you could have warned me"

"Well you didn't need to keep banging on my door I was getting up" I said with my arms crossed.

Chris rolls over and looks up at me with an angry expression, but that soon changed to a confused look.

"Were you up all night painting?"

"What......n-no, why you ask?"

"Well, I know that's a lie because your still in your clothes from yesterday and you have paint all over your face and hair." He said as he got up and poked my face. "Did you even get any sleep last night"

"Yah, I got a few hours, don't worry, now get out so I can get ready" I say as I push him out the door.

"Fine, but hurry because we're meeting are friends in 30 minutes".

" I will we won't be late" I say rolling my eyes.

" yah right you say that every time".

A/N: thanks for reading. And sorry if there's any mistakes.