Always and forever

Chapter 12

I was just sitting simply at my home with nana babysitting Anna. Toby had gone out with his friends. It was starting to get really boring since lily had gone on a date and she wouldn't return until 9 and it was only 4. I was going through mom and dad's wedding album when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to see Liam. I was surprised, he didn't usually come over to my home. 

"Hey idiot."

"Nice to meet you too."

He didn't get in. He asked me to come out. We stood on the grass and i waited for him to talk.

"I came here coz i was bored. Did i disturb you?"

"No not really, even i was starting to get bored. Glad you came." I said.

"So, you better keep me entertained." Liam said laughing.

I laughed. I didn't know why, I just did. I looked at him for a second. What was about this guy that made me laugh more, smile better and make me forget about everything for a second? He was no different than any other boy i had ever met. Being with him made me feel different,in a good way that is. I just didn't know why.

You know that moment when you're looking at someone but he's already staring at you. Well you can guess that happened. I suddenly turned my eyes away from his face. 

"Soooo." he said.

"Hey, I've an idea. I wanna show you a place. Come with me."

I took him to a cabin. It was kind of a big one and was just near my bedroom window, so whenever i wanted to get out of my room i would climb the tree down and get in the cabin. This cabin was the place where i spent most of my days in because it was my art house. It was the place where i painted and it was filled with all my memories of my home back with mom. It somehow always helped me forget the world around me.

"WOAHHHH!" Liam said amazed at what he was seeing. His eyes bulged and his mouth opened with amazement that i started laughing too much i couldn't breathe.

"Emma, i didn't know you were this talented. I mean i know you said you painted but THIS!"

"You think its that good? You know, honestly i dont really care what others think about my painting. I don't care if it turns out bad. I just know i love doing it. Thanks Liam."

He smiled that smile of his that filled my stomach with butterflies. He looked at me with his ocean blue eyes and then his gaze fell towards something in my back. 

"What's that?"he asked pointing towards a big canvas that was covered with a black clothe. I knew exactly what it was. 

"Oh, this is something that i painted during the holidays."

He went near the canvas and took the clothe off. There it was. The reason i climbed out through my window every night just to paint something because i was down. My most treasured painting. My mom.

Now that i saw it, the painting  looked exactly like mom. No difference. I smiled, every time i saw my beautiful mom, i only felt happy. She looked so beautiful even in a painting.

"Emma. It's beautiful."

He said it with a whisper, amazed at what he was seeing.

"So this is what your mom looks like."he turned to me, "She looks just like you, you know."

"Yeah, i've heard that a lot." I said looking at my mom's painting.

And then Liam turned to me, he looked at me so lovingly with his beautiful eyes that i wanted to kiss him. He took my hands and said," She's really beautiful Emma, just like you."