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a short story
Like every high school student would dream of, Everly Clark and Ricardo Hans had the love of a lifetime. Perfect from each angle, they loved a love that sparked others. Like every family, Everly's had their fair share of...
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Everly Clark
I LOOKED at the painting I had just finished drawing. It wasn't as depressing but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows as well. I had been going to the same spot every day for the past week and every day that white-haired boy would buy one of them.
He would ask me how my day was and then buy my paintings, he was always the one deciding the price. A couple other people had started buying some paintings as well.
My heart warmed each time anyone spared at least a moment or two looking at my paintings.
My phone rang and I quickly answered it, placing my paintbrush down.
"Hey, mom. How are you?" I greeted.
"Do you have money? We need money, darling," my mom pleaded.
I sighed softly. This was how my phone calls would go with my parents. Me asking how they were and them asking for money. They never asked if I was coping with anything, it was times like this when I missed Jessica and Enzo deeply.
"Everly dear, would you like to stay for dinner? I'm sure we have plenty for you," Jessica smiled warmly at me, placing the dishes down.
"Oh, it's fine honestly, I don't want to create a hassle," I mumbled shyly, placing the utensils next to the dishes.
Enzo wrapped his arm around Jessica's waist, hugging her from behind, "Oh nonsense, you're family now,"
"Yes mom, I will send some over soon," I muttered quietly, shaking my head slightly. She cut the phone, saying nothing else.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and gathered some money. I had agreed to meet up with the white-haired boy after he was practically on his knees begging me.
The truth was that I was still afraid. I was scared to talk to not only men but women as well. Whenever I had to talk, I would get into a stuttering mess. Unlike my high school self, who talked to strangers like I had known them for years.
I let out a sigh and walked out the door.
. . .
"So, how about I find out your name first, so I won't have to call you painter girl every time I see you,"
I blushed as I stirred the tea in my hands, "My name is, uh Everly Clark,"
He smiled, "Everly, huh I like that,"
I nodded awkwardly and took a sip of my tea before answering, "What is your name?"
"Gabriel, Gabriel Pryer," he responded, leaning back in his chair. A couple of pieces of his hair falling freely on his face.
