The interior of the building was massive. Every inch of the place was covered with paintings and drawings. If art were to have a family reunion, this would be the place for them to meet.
Aliyah sprinted to a finished piece of art on an easel. It was stunning. Though the art itself was just a mismatch of lines and slashes, the pattern it created looked well though out and complicated to replicate.
"Do you like it? I thought of the pattern before I started the piece. After a few alterations of my draft, this was the final product."
"Yeah. I do, actually."
"I hoped you would. It's my favorite work, inspired by VanGough's art."
"Who?"
"VanGough. You know...the one that cut his ear off."
"I thought all painters did that."
"No! He wasn't just a painter, but an artist. Also, not everyone has to cut off a body part to become well-known. Sometimes, it's actually the talent that gets you on the map."
"Mhm."
She had lost my tiny bit of interest after her body part spiel. Honestly, all this ambition shit is grating on my nerves.
"Come here." She said, leading me over to two empty easels with poster board on them.
"Now what?"
"Paint the first thing that comes to your mind. Even a simple shape works."
"Simple? That's my style."
I took my paintbrush and dipped it in the black paint. A triangle popper into my head first, so I etched out a decent looking one on the paper.
"A triangle? Okay. Now, put two more shapes in any place on your paper. The only catch is that they have to attach to your triangle."
"Alright." I said, adding a rectangle on the bottom two corners of the triangle.
"Finally, add one more rectangle onto the triangle."
The last one went on the third corner. It was the easiest choice for me.
"What does this shape look like to you?"
"Uh...the Eiffel Tower?"
"Were you planning to paint that before I gave the instructions?"
"Nope."
"Exactly! Art is like marriage. Combining certain shapes and lines together can create something beautiful. It takes passion to come up with something this magnificent at the precise moment I gave you direction."
"Really?"
"Yes. Please, come with me here more often? I could teach you, and you can pleasure me with your company."
"Okay."
She smiled the widest I'd ever seen her, and she embraced me into a hug.
This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
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Dillon POV
"Hey, Lucifer. Where you at? I've tried hitting you up like fifteen times today. Unless your at a strip club, you aren't getting away with ditching me. You better call back soon, or I'm getting out the big guns. That's right, I'm talking about my grandma!"
I slammed the land line back onto its stand.
Who the fuck did he think he was; leaving me out like that? He was probably hanging with Leo or Dawson. Maybe even both of them! Did I deserve this from my best friend? No! Obviously not. That bastard has gotten himself into so much crap, and I always get him out of it. He'd be lost without me! Lost!
My grandma wasn't home, so I decided to take a walk to my girlfriend's house. Maylesse hadn't been talking to me either, so I wanted to see what was up.
She lives across from me, so the walk wasn't that trying. I rang her doorbell ten times before she opened it. She was in a beautiful dress that fell to her ankles. It was royal blue, her favorite color, and her wedges matched.
'Hey, Dillon." She said, planting a smooch to my nose. 'What brings you here?"
"I just wanted to ask why you haven't been--"
I heard a deep voice from the background calling her into the house.
"Shit..." She mumbled. "Hey, Dillon, now isn't the best ti--"
A tall guy appeared behind her in a tuxedo. His bow tie matched the color of her gown. I knew what that meant.
'Maylesse, baby, we have to get to the wedding. Hey, uh, who is this pipsqueak?"
I turned to Maylesse in anger as she responded.
"Him? Oh, he's just a friend."
"Yeah, a boyfriend! You've been cheating on me this whole time!"
"I'm sorry, but I can explain."
"You don't have too. Have fun with this Sasquatch."
I slammed the door on her and her boyfriend, and felt m phone's familiar vibration.
Voice mail from: The Bro Lucifer
"Hey, dude. Sorry. I've been hanging with this girl, Aliyah. It's great knowing her. I mean--"
I wasn't in the mood to hear about his damn life. Fucking luck is always on his side.
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Outside the Lines
Teen Fiction'Why color inside the lines when there is all that excess space outside of them?' Lucifer Underwood WAS a boy with little ambition. He WAS never eager to move out of his parents' house. He WAS thinking about dropping out of school. That was until he...
