Muse

Twenty-Three ~ Art

Art 1 | ärt | noun; the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual from such as painting or sculpture, producing works to appreciated primarily for their beauty of emotional power. - New Oxford American Dictionary.

Chapter twenty three; art

"Finally." Was the first word that came out of my mother's mouth as I finish explaining where I've been the past few hours.

    I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I see Arthur's jeep lights in my peripheral vision as he pulls out of my driveway.

    "So am I in trouble?" I inquire impatiently, feeling tired and grumpy.

    She laughs, her messy bun falling to the side of her head, her pajamas askew from rolling out of bed to bother me. "You're eighteen Lovely. I can't exactly ground you. I would have liked for you to be home at a decent time but now that I know where you were and who you were with then I think I can let it slide this time."

   I feel my eyebrow twitch upwards at her words. "So...you're telling me that all those times I came home early for nothing and as long as I would have told you where I was and who I was with then I could have just come home whenever?"

    She blinks at me and nods once. "I trust you."

    I sigh and walk up the stairs with a grunt.

   "Hey don't wake up your brother." She whispers. "Goodnight Love. Get some sleep."

   Ray? Asleep? That's funny. He's almost definitely up playing video games or talking to Lila.

   I wince as I check the time on my phone before flopping down on my bed not even bothering to turn my light on or get ready for bed. I'm way too tired to bother with that.

   I shift in my spot in bed, the image of Arthur's smile as we pulled away from our kiss still fresh in my mind. I smile softly to myself before I drift to sleep.

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"Ray can you please just look away from your phone for a second to pass me the milk?" I snap at my brother as his eye stare at his phone screen, laughing at what I'm guessing is something Lila texted him.

I roll my eyes. I'm so glad I don't look like that when I text Arthur.

"Ray." I whine, reaching for the milk but not being able to reach it and promptly giving up.

"Shut up I'm busy."

     "Yeah busy being a jerk." I mumble with my arms crossed over my chest.

     He just sighs and rolls his eyes before setting his phone down on the table and handing me the milk carton with one swift movement. "There. Are you happy?"

   "Very." I give him a sly smile and pour my desired amount of milk over my dry cereal watching the pieces float to the top.

    As I chew on my breakfast I recall last nights events for probably the hundredth time. Though we both agree we didn't want to be just friends I'm unsure of our exact relationship status.

   I guess it doesn't matter. I mean it does but...I don't think it's the best idea to keep lingering on it.

   We didn't set another time to see each other so it makes me uneasy not knowing the next time I'll see him and clear things up. So I might as well just put it out of my mind.