Lalin (GxG) Book 2 in The Detroiter series.(Complete)

Chapter Two: Basquiat pt 1

                       Ailsa POV

Tomorrow night there's a new Basquiat exhibit being debuted at the White Cube Art Gallery, Basquiat is Shauna's favorite artist. So I'm hoping to possibly see her there. It's gonna be nearly impossible for her to stay away. She probably loves Basquiat works more than she loves me, her family, being Haitian and Detroit(Over exaggeration but it's a lot).

I call Dylan.

Me: Dylan, I'm just checking in.

Dylan: She's miserable. She's mostly just sits around and cries. (I wanna cry just hearing she's in so much pain and it's all because of me) She ask about you constantly. Man you guys need to be back together and soon.

Me: That's kinda what I'm calling about. There a Basquiat exhibit up tomorrow, I'm not sure if she's heard about it. I was wondering if you could do me a favor and start talking about it. I'll get her in and give you all the tickets you need. If you have any questions just call me back.

Dylan: Ok Ailsa will do.

Me: Thanks buddy, have a nice one. (The call ends)

I need something to do. Everything I think of in the end, all eventually revolves right back to Shauna in the end. So, I decide to do what always makes me feel better, drink and paint. I finally finish Strange Fruit. Then I begin on a new one the Detroiter. I don't listen to music this time, though, I have no need to.

My heart will my music, as sappy as it sounds, this portrait will be a like a song I write for her, I guess. I simply sit in front of my canvas and let my brush paint the melodies made up from Shauna's voice, I let it glide along the surface writing my song for her. My paint continues to writes the lyrics made up from her words. My art is the only way I know how to bare my soul.

Being with Shauna has taught me there is nothing better than two things in life loving and being loved. Not having her with me has filled me with a longing I never felt before. My heart had finally been filled with the unknown feelings of real joy, real strength, real beauty and real admiration.

What I feel is pure honest, uninhibited, unfiltered and sometimes unhinged love for her. With her gone heart feels like every single one of those things were gripped tight and ripped out me with the rest of my heart and soul.

I'm hoping with this painting she can see and understand my feelings for her and why I can't exist without her(I realize I must be tipsy, no one can be this sappy sober).

I'm in the middle of painting when I get a call with the words I've been longing to hear all day.

Dylan: She's going. I swear this was the first time I've seen her smile in two days (It's only been two days? It's felt more like two months). There's one problem, she doesn't have anything to wear. Ms. Evans is shorter than her and Shauna is smaller in size than Ms. Evans as well.

(After a min of thought)

Dylan: I might have something to fit her but, it's certainly not glitzy enough for something like this(Dylan is about five six and probably dresses more boyish than all the gents in the pack put together. But I'll keep her warts and all.", I think). I'm just surprised I have a dress." We both laugh.

Me: If you two want to do  that, that's ok by me. But if she wants to go shopping, I'll pay happily. Same goes for you. I'll happily pay for you something to wear to the exhibit.

Dylan: Guess new slacks never hurt anyone. (Boy that was easy peasy)

Dylan calls back ten min later.