So Much Paint But No Colour

A lighter sound

The following Monday...

Welcome back to my life, you join me whilst I enter my music class. I'm late like usual so everyone else is already in the class and I'm left to awkwardly step in whilst they all unpack. I enter the classroom, not looking up doing this weird expression which I can only describe as a smirk mixed with coolness and shyness, a weird mix I know but it's just this weird thing I do.

My seats right at the other side of the classroom so it's quite a long and awkward walk as far as classrooms go but when I sit down at my usual seat, on my usual table my friend Rose isn't sitting next to me. I don't think anything of it. However, after unpacking my bag I decide to peer over my shoulder to see who is sitting there, only to be overwhelmed with shock. It was Emerson, the guy at the gallery, wearing the same hat from the previous night.

"Hey" I greet quietly, not forgetting that we were in the middle of a lesson.

"Hey" he replied smiling at me.

"Okay so before we get into that, I quickly want to introduce you to Emerson Barret" the teacher announces removing my attention from him to everybody else who was watching us.

***

I didn't get much time to talk to Emerson, much to my dismay. But I was able to catch him just after class had ended,

"Emerson! Wait up!" I shout running after him, bag uncomfortably lugged over one shoulder. Once I'd caught up to him, he greeted me once again with a hey.

"Where can I possibly meet you?" I ask,

"Um... he pauses to think "I'll meet you outside after this" he answers before leaving to go to his next lesson.

***

I turn my head as the wind collides with my skin and viciously wraps my hair around my face. Finally school was over and I was in one of those 'I'm done with everything moods' but things we're looking up as I thought back to my conversation with Emerson and remembered that I would be meeting him any minute now. Then from the corner of my eye I spot a large top hat and immediately realise who it is.

"Hey" I say raising a hand as I make my way to Emerson who is leaning on a wall, arms crossed, probably pondering some sort of extercentail crisis starting topic.

He lifts a hand almost like a salut and removes himself from the wall.

"Where we going then" I ask, tucking both my hands into the pockets of my sweater as I walk down the street with Emerson.

He tucks a stray hair behind his ear before answering "There's this old church..." I nod my head as he speaks. "Basically, it's shut down but beautiful, I get a lot of inspiration from there" he finishes.

"Sounds perfect" I say as we walk round a corner which leads into a small alley street

"It's actually really close" Emerson states as a large chapel like building appears in the near distance...

Note- Like always thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying the story, i'm trying to update as frequently as I can but especially with this story I hate to rush through it. So long and goodnight xx