Guitar Picks and Paint Brushes

Blank Canvas

Isabelle's POV

It's snowing outside. I like the snow. It brings back good memories.

I find it so fascinating how tiny flakes of frozen water look so beautiful. I continued watching the snow fall down outside my frosty bedroom window, they drifted towards the ground so gracefully. Trapped in my thoughts, I didn't take notice to the creek of my door being pushed open.

"Hey Pipsqueek,"

I turned around to see my brother leaning against the door frame, he wore a little smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered to his face. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to check up on my lil' sister." He said before jumping onto the bed.

"Jayson get off my bed!"

I took a pillow from my desk (I don't know how that got there) and started whacking him with it, demanding that he gets off the bed. I love him really but he just messed up the sheets which I took half an hour trying to fix. OK, I lied, it took like 5 minutes but still, my blood and sweat went into making that bed and he just casually walked in and messed it up!

"Easy there Izzy!"

Oof

"Can you like-

Oof

"Let me-

Oof

"Speak! God dammit woman! Alright alright, I'm getting off the freaking bed now stop assaulting me with that bloody pillow of yours!"

After one last whack to the head, Jayson finally got off the bed. Urgh! the sheets are all crumpled up.

"You know you're gonna have to tidy this up Jay,"

"Pfft! Tidy this up my a-

Oof

"Fine!"

I smiled smugly us he re-made my bed.

"Sooooo, what did you want to talk about?"

Jayson looked up after placing down the last pillow,

"Ya see Izzy, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie tonight, but then you decided to attack me with pillows, so I take back my offer."

"Awww is little Jay Jay butt hurt because I hit him with a fluffy pillow?" I asked.

Then I burst out laughing because of the look on his face. His smirk had morphed into a scowl, he never did like that nickname I gave him when we were younger.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, don't worry about it."
I said, attempting to sober up. The key word being attempted.

Jayson took a step away from the bed, and gradually advanced towards the door,

"Yup, she's definitely gone kray-kray..." he muttered to himself before leaving the room.

Well he's the one mumbling things to himself, and he's calling me crazy.

"Hey I heard that!"

"Love you too Izzy!"

Urgh brothers! They are so annoying, yet I love mine to bits.

A small smile spread across my lips as I turned back towards my window.
The snow was falling heavier now, not as graceful as before, but just as pretty.