destined. | h.s

17. different

Ariella’s P.O.V

“Canvass please and oil paints.” I told the lady chewing gum, which was making me pissed every passing minute. “Colours?”

“Um, red, orange, blue, yellow–“

“For short, rainbow colours.” I simply nodded back, her accent full of rudeness. When she turned her back to get what I was searching for, I intensely glared and raised an eyebrow.

She came back with all the paint and canvass piled in her arms, I stopped acting all weird and I got my wallet to pay. Then, grabbing them all to my arms.

I closed the door before me and started walking through the streets, random busy people walking along with me. “Hey.” A man walking past me grabs my hand.

“Oh my God. Denver!”

“You’re back!” He exclaimed happily. “Yeah, I took Fine Arts, just like what you said.” I happily reported, grinning uncontrollably. 

“See, you’ll find yourself successful in that.” Mr. Words of wisdom said. “Ha–ha, let’s hope so.”

“So how’s London so far?” 

“Fun, nice.” I described. And hurting. I wanted to add, but that’d be something not worth to share, I mean, that'll bring down the merry atmosphere

“So, any plans for Christmas?” I took a minute from the time to rethink all plans Mom has told me and shared it to him.

“My parents are coming and they said we’ll be going to Holmes Chapel. I don’t even know why on earth we’re going there.” I said out of curiosity.

Holmes Chapel, something that I definitely didn't expect my parents for them to choose. I thought they'd go for Paris or Germany–I gave up on that since we're utterly poor to afford plane tickets and hotel bills–but maybe it'd be just like travellin across the globe, or better than that. Let's just hope that won't leave me sleeping 'til Christmas Eve.

“Maybe, they liked some good things there.” 

“Maybe.”

“Hey, I, uh got important appointments, nice seeing you here.” He spoke waving his hands while he distances from me. 

“Hmm, okay, nice seeing you too.” Then we parted ways. My eyes which was looking on the road noticed a really really small commotion–which may not be for others– by the side at the tip of my left eye, a bizarre feeling of somebody eyeing me, or worse spying me.

That is because when I looked to the exact direction, I saw a human–or maybe it’s my hallucination–move away from the view; hiding. I cringe at the thought of a ghost or an asassin on it's why to kill me–pfft–analysis paralysis.

Usual, boring university days have come, I plan on staying up all night for this project, maybe ace it besides the exams.

I took a taxi to our apartment, nothing significant really. When pulled into our street, there was a car parked, not a single part was familiar, so I decided to let myself in fast and found Liam and Abi on the couch watching a movie, “300” in particular. Why not chick flicks?

“Hi?” I awkwardly took their attention to greet.

“Oh, hey.” They spoke in unison. “I’m just going to do my project.” I excuse myself from how much gauche the moment was, a single and a couple, oh just wow. 

And by the way, I'm just in the first semester but then I'm way busier than Abi, she's right there cuddling and I'm here making myself look imperfectly haggard