Snow's POV
"Nice job ladies" I say giving high fives and fist bumps all around after the pole dancing class is finally finished. It's been around 2 weeks since I saw Brantley again and as much as it hurts it's nice to see him again and happy, whether it be me making him happy or not. He's been the one Bringing Tinsley to class ever since the first time he came by. My phone dings as all the girls are walking out the door and I check it, finding a text from Gabe asking if I was coming to his apartment after I'm done here. I texted him back telling him I'm probably going to be a while because I still have painting to do and I would text him after I'm done to see if he's still awake. I grab the plastic bag of spray paint cans out of the back of the studio and go to town. I really got into street art when I went to college and now I'm using it to decorate my studio. I've been wanting to do this huge full wall piece specially for the little girls that come here. I put on my mask and start painting hoping this doesn't take too long.
Brantley's POV
I was driving back home after having to go to the store to get sour cream for what Amber was cooking at home when I stopped at the red light about a block away front the dance place I take Tinsley to. I had started to like watching Tinsley learn to dance and get better at routines as the time went by so Jennifer put me on dance class duty mostly so I could spend time with Tinsley. I saw the lights in the studio on and got curious because Snow usually closes the place around 8:30 because she says that's after when her last class ends. I pull into the parking lot and put the truck in park when I think, what the hell am I doing? I have a beautiful and amazing fiancée at home and I'm going to visit my ex? I think what the hell because I'm already here and I might as well go see why she's still here. I hop out and knock on the glass doors at the front of the building and the faint music I here coming from inside gets a little quieter and I see a red head of hair peek around the corner. Snow comes fully around the corner and walks to the door pulling a paper mask off of her face and using a hair tie from her wrist to try to put up her hair up. She unlocks and opens the door slightly, squeezing through the small gap in the door then closing it back. "Hey, what are you doing here" she says smiling. At that moment is when I hear a small snap and her hair falls out of her the messy bun she had put it in. She closes her eye's tightly in embarrassment and purses her lips and I can tell she wishes that didn't have to happen in that exact moment. I chuckle and say "You could never have those things in your hair for longer than 4 hours without em snapping" and she just nods. "I know. So what are you doing here at 9:30pm" she asks picking the broken hair tie up off the ground and I tell her "I saw the lights on and new you closed at around 8:30 so I got curious". She giggles and good god have I missed that little giggle. "I'm actually painting. Wanna come see how it looks so far" "sure". She gives me a little paper mask to put on but it won't fit right with my beard and she can't stop laughing at me trying to get it to work. "Let me help you" she laughs, squashing it down to my face and finally semi making it fit. I shake my head at her as she opens the door and I get a strong wiff of fresh paint. She leads me to the normal dance room and where there was a huge white wall there is now something I can really appreciate. (Picture above) Especially with Tinsley coming here, I like this. It's a clear graffiti style painting of red lips and mascara tears with the quote "beauty doesn't always feel beauiful". "Snow thank you for this. If I had to pick someone to be a role model for my god daughter I'd be you and this is exactly why" I tell her, nodding towards the painting. She sighs and closes her eye's before saying "Please, don't call me that. When I said it's not Snow anymore I was serious". That really bothers me. When I first saw her again she seemed like she'd changed so much but over the past couple of weeks I can still see the Snow that I was in love with. "Okay... Emily" I finally say it. I have not once called her by that name since I saw her again and now I'm gonna have to. It doesn't feel right. She's always gonna be Snow in my eye's. "Shit, I've gotta at least try to finish this damn thing" she groans, going through the plastic bag of spray paint cans. "I didn't know you could paint like this. Wait, did you do all of this?" I ask, the realization of how much graffiti there is here and how it's all in the same style. "Brantley how many street artists do you know in Maysville? Even if I could've found people to do this for me I wouldn't have trusted them to do it the way I wanted" she doesn't miss a beat as she struggle to paint the higher lines on the wall and I can't help but chuckle at her jumping to try and paint it. "Do you need help" I ask her, a smile left on my face from the image of her not able to reach something that wasn't even that high. "I need a latter, or my fucking boyfriend" she says still jumping at the wall with the paint can in her hand. I put my hand on her shoulder to get her to stop jumping and say "You know I can still lift you up, right? Just to get that line done". She looks at me over her shoulder then turns back and goes back to trying to jump and paint. "I'm not the skinny little shit I used to be, Brantley". What did she just say?!? Oh hell no!! My baby ain't gonna think she's too big EVER. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up. She squeaks and holds into my arms for dear life. It's at this point that I realize her sexy ass is about 6 inches away from my face. Brantley control yourself. Your ingaged. Your ingaged. Your inagaged. Do not stare at your ex's ass, as juicy and plump as it may seem. DON'T DO IT!!!
Hey guys, first of all thank you all SO MUCH for 5 fucking thousand reads. I have been bouncing off the walls all day ever since I saw the reads hit 5k and I have all of you to thank for it. I don't think I can say enough how much I appreciate you guys and how much you've supported me throughout this story and for some of you through my last one also, so thank you all for being so amazing to me and I just realized that this is starting to sound like an exceptence speech for a damn award. Anyway you guys get the point, just thank you and I think that's all I gotta say. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and peace!!
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