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ch. 2

i picked up the paintbrush again as i swiped a few more stripes of blue along the wave, my loud music playing on the speakers surrounding the studio as the storm raged outside lightning flashing through the place occasionally.

this art studio was only a few stores over from the coffee shop i worked at, it was a small little gallery that i fell in love with one day when i stumbled upon it on my lunch break.

I came here almost everyday after work, it was my favorite place to be.

the minute you walk in the door, you are surrounded by beautiful art pieces, with plants hanging around them, and if you kept walking you made it into the studio where there were unused canvases and dried paint brushes beside them.

Not a lot of people came here, due to the fact there was a much more modern and new gallery farther down the street in the busier part of town.

It was too fancy for my taste, and way too many people went there, making it loud and busy and the total opposite of what an art studio should be, and thats why i loved this place.

the gallery was owned by an older woman named Jane, she had the same passion for art as well as i did giving us a bond no one could quite understand.

she always told me that i reminded her of herself when she was my age.

she would let me come here when i was feeling creative and wanted a quiet place. she taught me all the little skills that helped me to improve my artwork, and was always there for me when i had no one else.

Ever since i could hold a pencil i made art. it was the one thing in my life that took my mind and put it on sleep mode while i went into a whole new world.

when i get immersed into a piece, i don't want to be disturbed or taken from my 'zone' if you want to call it.

but tonight, that happened.

i heard the door jingle indicating someone came in through the front, i frowned as i tried to remember if i locked the door.

i stood up from the stool that was planted in front of my easel, setting my brush beside me as i wiped the blue paint from my fingertips onto my pants. i walked straight towards the front entrance as i saw the familiar full head of curls and tall lanky body from earlier.

i leaned against the door frame as i stared at the boy who stared at the painting ahead intently. I watched him as i noticed he had on the same wet clothes from the day i first saw him.  A black hoodie, with a pair of dirty jeans and a pair of worn out boots on his feet. A backpack was slung over his shoulder as he had his fingers wrapped around the strap tightly, dirt under his nails, and cuts on his arms.

His hair was oily and ruffled, as though he continuously was running his dirty fingers through it.

i cleared my throat loudly as i finished my investigation of the boy, his head snapped in my direction, his eyes widening and lips parting slightly in surprise.

"Hello again." i said simply as his green eyes burned into mine, he shifted in the place he was standing to face me.

"erm- hi." he paused clearing his throat. "i uhh- i didn't know if you were open or not." he said soft as ever, i arched my eyebrow as i looked at the door.

silently cursing at myself that i forgot to turn the open sign and to lock the door.

"yeah its closed, i just forgot to turn the sign." i said as i walked towards the door past him turning over the sign.

"oh i'm so sorry, i-i just saw this piece through the window and its amazing." he said as his gaze averted to the canvas beside him.

It being one of my pieces of course, it was of a sea turtle the vibrant colors on its shell as it swam beside a vibrant coral reef.

I was always fascinated by the ocean, i loved the animals that filled the mysterious waters, and i always loved turtles.

Cute little innocent creatures.

"thank you." i said with a small smile, he looked at me immediately.

"its yours?" he asked, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "wow, its awesome."

"thank you." i chuckled. "again"

he looked at me as i laughed, as he finally let his lips turn slightly into a smile. He ran a hand through his knotted hair and nodded.

"i should go, sorry for interrupting. Thanks for letting me look." he said  awkwardly before walking towards me to walk out.

"yeah of course." i said slowly, he nodded at me and put his hand on the door looking outside at the cold rainy weather.

"i'm Harry by the way, it was nice seeing you again." he said softly, i smiled at him genuinely.

"like wise, i'm Amberlyn." he smiled gently at me showing his teeth before walking out the door as he walked down the sidewalk.

i frowned watching after him as he walked through the rain seeming as he didn't mind being wet anymore.

I sighed locking the door as i made my way to the back again to clean up my area, cleaning my brushes, and leaving my canvas to dry.

I double checked making sure the lights and back doors were locked before heading back to the front, the light flashes of lightning guiding me through the place as i was back at the front door.

unlocking it to walk out just to lock it again, turning i huffed at the shitty weather and ran towards my car. i jumped into my all black Range Rover, and starting it immediately.

I was grateful for my parents and their wealth, they spoiled me to death.

Though i was spoiled rotten, wealthy, and bitchy at times, i was still humble and had a soft side.

My parents still taught me to not feed off of others and to always give rather than to receive, it makes you live a happier life and to be a better person.

I turned on my windshield wipers so i  could finally see out of the windshield  properly. My headlights casted onto the dark street as the rain beat down onto the pavement.

i put my car in drive as i started to drive slowly toward my house. Humming quietly and tapping my fingers to the music coming softly from my radio, a figure caught my attention  sitting on a bench on the side of the road.

it couldn't be...

he had to have been home by now right?

i frowned seeing him sitting on the  bench, i couldn't help myself as i slowed to a stop beside him, rolling down my window, his head raised slightly.

"Harry?"