The Art Of You And I

Chapter seven: Our broken window and brother's calling.

I opened the door to the art studio to be greeted with Dave and Michael sitting on their stools, heads bent together over some files on the table. They looked up and we greeted each other, setting my bag down on the table and grabbing a stool for myself until I was sitting across from them.

"What's that?" I asked. Grabbing my half finished painting of the forest and the nearest clean paintbrush with some paint.

"Our final preparations for the party." Dave said. "We figured that we're not getting any younger so why not make it a bomb ass party that no one will ever forget."

I raised my eyebrows and started painting the ground, mixing it with light brown, brown and peach. "Is the theme still floral?"

Michale shook his head. "Nope. We thought it was too girly. Imagine, a party filled with flowers out in the garden, with everyone wearing the same patterns as the table cloths and plates."

I snorted. "God that sounds awful."

"Exactly."

"So, what's the theme, then?"

Dave grinned and made a dramatic drum roll on the table with his fingers. "It's going to be Blue!"

Michael added, "Yup. We were thinking on making our party hall starry night themed, with a thousand twinkling like stars and swirling clouds. And the food, well. We're looking for professional chefs that can help us plan our menu. Other than that, I think we'll have it all under control."

"And you, my dear British lassie-" Dave started to say.

"Lassie is a Scottish word." I interrupted.

He glared at me. "It doesn't matter. You, will be doing the decorations. Meaning how the party will look, making it starry night-ish and all-"

"Oh, no." I said abruptly. "I've already got my hands full, I have to do a painting for the art competition, work for the school paper, not to mention, I have to finish this canvas-"

"I'll pay you." Dave said.

"Double." I immediately said. "I want double."

"Deal."

I continued painting the ground with hard strokes and jabs, to give it the effect that the ground is splintered and hard and full of fallen branches. An hour passed by the time I finished painting the grass patches on the ground. There, I beamed at my work. The sky and ground is done. Now, all I have to do is to paint the shadowy trees and Dave's figure black and grey. It'll take me two hours to finish it if I take my time. But it could be done in an hour, maybe forty five minutes if I do it quickly but properly. And to do that, I have to prevent myself from getting distracted.

"Hey, guys. Are you going to be here for the rest of the evening?"

They both nodded.

"Are you going to go up to the living room any time soon?"

The looked at me, confused. "I don't think so. We'll be down here discussing and probably order takeouts later." Michael said.

"Ok, good. I'm going up so I don't get distracted. Especially you two. If you come up and disturb me, I swear I will castrate both of you." I got up and grabbed my canvas, paintbrush, dark paint and a cup of water.

"We weren't going up anyway. Jesus, you don't have to be violent about it." Dave exclaimed.

I shrugged and made my way upstairs. "Just making sure."

I grabbed a stool from behind the kitchen counter, and set my painting on it. I better paint it with me standing up. It gives me more control. I got to work. Once I finished Dave's figure, 25 minutes have passed. Damn,  I'm so slow. Now, all that's left is the trees. I began painting the bottom and finally working my way up to the top, getting lighter and a littler greener. When I was about to do my last tree, a scream was sounded and I stopped.