"Don't you have any idea how much I actually fucking love you." I feel my eyes watering, but quickly wipe my tears away.
"You can't just do that. You can't just say you love me when you lie to me. I can't trust you like that."
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Lexa an...
"Yes, it's my second year of artschool" she says with a smile on her face.
She has some kind of accent I just can't tell what it is.
I ask: "I'm sorry to ask this, but are you like... foreign?" That sounded stupid.
"Yes, I'm from Brazil, but I moved here, because I always wanted to live in New York." Emily says
"That's great. I want to travel aswell, Brazil is amazing!" I say probably way too enthausiastic.
Emily smiles. "Yes it's great, but I really wanted something new."
I understand that. I also love New York, but I just feel like I'm suffocating here. I know every place here and I just need to go away.
"Yes, I have the same thing with New York." I say
Emily looks at the counter and she quickly walks towards it. A customer is waiting to order and nobody's there.
I grin. She totally forgot.
I look at Brian, he's texting someone. I try to look who it is, but I don't see it.
When Brian sees I tried to look at his phone he quickly turns it off and says: "You're curious aren't you?"
I smile a little ashamed.
"I'm sorry." I say still with my uncomfortable smile
"It's okay, I get it. This is new for you." He says. All of the sudden he reaches for my hand. When our hands touch I get a very tingly feeling. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy.
I just nod. Why do I nod so much. It probably looks ridiculous. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ POV: Lexa I just finished shopping with Anna. I'm now sorting out my paint and graffiti. I'm planning on making a big new work. I don't like streetart with just a name on it. I think it needs to have a meaning.
I always take pictures of my works. I don't know why. It just gives me inspiration for new artworks.
It's already 1.00 a.m. so I need to hurry up. There aren't a lot of people on the street at night. Only some junks and homeless people and sometimes people that are going out. I don't mind that though. I can take care of myself. Sean thinks it's too dangerous, but I don't care. Nothing ever happened to me. Well nothing serious.
One time I was arrested for vandalism. It was bullshit. I was just standing on a garbage can, because I couldn't reach the top of the wall I was painting. Long story short, Rico bailed me out and Sean was mad at me for a week.
I look at some pictures in my sketchbook and stop at one.
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