Promises

Chapter 1

I'm an artist, or at least technically I am. I work at an art studio with three other people whose names are Margret, Kelly and Lindsey. All three of them are my friends but Kelly is more of my boss. Many celebrities come in for us to take their picture and paint it to their liking. I painted Angelo Martinez and Lisa Montré's picture two days ago. Angelo is a frequent customer and he's coming to pick up his painting tonight.

5hours later

Being myself, dancing around the studio listening to my favorite song by my favorite band. Nobody's at the studio after 5 PM because It's my turn closing up the studio for this week.

Angelo walks in.

"Hey Loral, I'm here for the painting of Lisa and I."

"I know." I smile.

I carefully hand him the painting and turn the music off.

"Is that Counting Galaxies? I've met them, you know."

"I've heard. I love them... Were they bight and dazzlingly cute," I started to laugh at my own puns, and Angelo laughed right alongside with me.

"Sorry I'm lame." I laugh.

"Yeah they were pretty awesome. So I hear it's your birthday this Friday. Are you excited to turn 18?" He asks.

"No, not really. My birthday has always been a trainreck."

"Well you don't know that for sure. Something completely surprising might happen. Well, thank you again for the amazing painting. I've got to go." Angelo says, already exiting the studio. What did he mean 'something surprising' would happen? Whatever.

As the doors were closing Angelo popped his head inside. "Just so you know, I know all about fangirl puns." He says.

"Oh? Then I suppose you know all about Jerry then." He gives me a confused look.

"Jerry?" He asks.

"Bye Angelo." I chuckled

"But wait! What do you mean?" he asked as I closed the door on him.

Once I got home I did what I normally do, go on twitter and as usual I have no notifications so I go to the kitchen to find something to eat, if there's anything to eat. All that's left is fruit. Good thing I like fruit!

Whoa I've got a mention. It's from...um, MICHAEL FOR COUNTING GALAXIES!! OMG I'M FREAKING OUT! HOLY CRAP NO WAY THE REAL FREAKIN MICHAEL ROSS TWEETED ME! ME! OMG!

'@MICHAEL_ROSS: Hi @LorelMay96 I hear its your birthday Friday! I was just stopping by to say happy Early Birthday!'

'@LorelMay: @MICHAELROSS Thank you so much! You're so kind!'

After tweeting Michael back I go sit in my room with my overwhelmed feeling of happiness. I can't believe that even happened.

•the next day•

I'm at work, sotting at my desk sketching a new portrait when a customer comes in obviously not from the States.

"Is this where Lorel works at?" A male said smoothly in an accent.

"Um yes, that's me!" I say still not looking up.

"I would like a painting. I'm M-" He starts but I look up and my heart stopped and I zoned out. All the breath in my body was completely taken away as I looked up at this handsome guy. Once I zoned back in I replied to what I did hear.

"I know who you are. You're Michael Ross. You tweeted me a happy early birthday last night." I smile.

"Right...I remember." He says, smiling back.