Freedom

8. Stephen

I rub my poor arm and follow Stacy around. All she is doing is browsing through my house, looking at all the paintings. I have so much free time that, I paint and when I do I can't stop myself. I paint what i think or feel. Sometimes if I see something on the television and I like it, I will paint it. The in shows or on commercials. I see her stop in front of the biggest door in the house and she turns to me as if asking me for permission. I nod my head at her, and I see excitement light in her eyes. She pushes the doors open and walks in. I follow slowly behind her, already knowing what is inside.

"Did you paint these as well?" I hear her whisper. I looked around at the lit room and shake my head."Who did?" 

"My uncle John. He is the reason that I love painting. I never wanted to follow my father but, I had no choice because my brother wasn't up for the role of being a responsible adult at the time. I always wanted to paint and do what I wanted." I see her turn fully to me and I see her smiling up  at me. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Her smile started to turn evil the more I looked at her and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I have a idea!" She yells,jumping in my arms. I catch her instantly and smile down at her.

"And what might that be my little bunny." I walk us out of the room and see her tapping her chin. 

"ART SHOW!!!!!" She screams jumping back out of my arms. She lands on her feet and runs down the hall. "Come on slow poke!" She yells turning the corner and I picture her falling down the stairs and I'm sprinting trying to catch up to her. When I get to the corner I see her at the bottom of the steps and I thank my lucky stars. I walk down and hear her muttering to herself. "Lights, food, drinks, fancy clothes definitely..." I chuckle and scoop her up, and head for the kitchen. I sit her on a stool and go for the kitchen drawer. I grab a pen and a little sticky pad and hand it to her. I see her smile up at me and I give her a one back. 

"So, a art show? I guess I could show my uncles art off. He gave it to me to.." I stop when I see her glaring at me. "What?" I ask confused. 

"Why would we show your uncles art at your art show? It's YOUR art show!" She whines and I walk over and sit in the stool across from her. "Meaning you use your stuff. I like it waaay better." I chuckle and smile. 

"Okay, My art. A lot isn't done though." 

"Well, I'm pretty sure you will have time to finish them."She mutters, writing on the pad. "We can schedule a date after we come back from the ball. A few months should be good." I nod, agreeing with her. I can definitely do that. "I like that one picture of the girl in the black dress, can I have it?" I look up at her and see her pouting and I bite back a "awwww" Cause she is adorable. 

"I don't see why not. You can have it, but it isn't finished. I'll finish it first and then you can take it." She nods and jumps from her stool into my arms again and I can't help but to think she is part bunny. 

My Bunny