We walk until we reach an apartment building. I followed him up a set of stairs until we reached a door with the number 351 on it. He takes keys out of his pocket and opens the door to let me in. I walk into a room that was covered in half painted paintings and paintbrushes scattered.
He set all my stuff on a table in the living room and cleared a spot on the couch, motioning for me to sit. I obey and he sits in front of me on the table, facing the windows.
"I don't know how to feel." He whispers.
"Where have you been?" I repeat my earlier question but with more confidence this time.
"Here," He motions to the mess around us, "Trying to paint."
"Do you have a beer?"
He looks to his fridge in the other room.
"Yeah, hold on." He gets up for a moment and comes back with a six-pack.
We open bottles in silence and both drink. I won't get even mildly buzzed due to the stupid wolf genes, but I wish I could, I need it right now.
We drink one, two, three bottles. The conversation starts up lightly, and as the night goes on we talk more and more, although we avoid the main reason for this visit.
Fen is getting drunk, so I pretend to as well.
"Luna, I don't know why but something about you gets to me. Like your as beautiful at Vincent van Gogh's starry night but as detailed as Quentin Matsys's Ugly Duchess," Fen said while he laid on the ground staring over at me besides him.
"How dare you refer to me as the Ugly duchess!" I start laughing and he starts to protest his words but soon he follows laughter. Now we are both laughing to the brink of tears on the ground of his apartment.
Suddenly Fen sits up with determination and I follow, slower than him.
"You know what we should do?" Fen turns to me with a glint in his eyes.
"What?"
"You should let me paint you." Fen stands up and starts stumbling around for supplies.
"Fen! You're drunk, you only going to ruin a canvas!" I say as I try to stand up, I wobble a little, I guess I'm a little more influenced that I thought.
"Are you kidding!? A painting of you would never," He burps as he talks, holding his fist up to his mouth, "Ruin anything."
He continues to rummage around until he gets his easel, a canvas, paint, and a paintbrush.
"Okay. You sit," He moves me to sit in the middle of his couch, "Here."
"What do you want me to do?" I say looking at him.
"Look pretty, oh you're done." he gives me a sloppy smirk and goes to his canvas.
The next twenty minutes is Fen moving a paintbrush, but I'm not sure he is painting what he thinks he's painting.
"Hold on," He comes over to me and pushes a piece of hair back from my face. He locks eyes with me.
All of sudden, we are kissing.
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I wake up in a strange bed. Actually, this isn't a bed. It's the ground. All the memories of the night come back as I look up to see Fen's sleeping face.
Oh No.
I sit up, accidentally waking Fen next to me.
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