The Queen's Thief

Chapter 5: Ask a friend

*26 years old*
*Story Brooke*
~Samantha's pov~

I looked around my apartment and I realized it was full of paintings. I didn't really have space for any new ones.

"Fuck..." I muttered to myself.

"I couldn't think of what to do so I decided to ask Mary for help.

I climbed up the stairs to her apartment and knocked on her door.

I expected Mary to answer the door, but instead it was Emma. As soon as I saw her I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked defensively as she looked at herself.

"Really princess?" I said pointing to her pajamas that were covered in tiaras and the word princess.

"What I didn't have any pajamas so Mary Margaret is lending me these ones." She defended as I continued to laugh. "What do you want?" She asked sounding slightly irritated.

"I need some help and I was going to see if Mary could help me."

"Well she's not here right now. She is at the hospital reading to John Doe." She said while motioning for me to come inside. "Maybe I can help though."

"I need help figuring b out what to do with my paintings. I'm running out of space." She offered me a cup of hot chocolate while I spoke. "No thank you."

"What are the paintings of?" She asked as she pulled out a can of whip cream.

"People and places; well places you'd most likely see in a fairy tale or something."

"Can I see?" She looked excited.

'what's the harm right?' I thought as I nodded my head.

She quickly chugged her hot chocolate after she added cinnamon. I was surprised by how fast she drank the hot chocolate, and after she was done we walked down to my apartment.

"I'm guessing people don't normally come by during the day much?" She asked as she looked around at what probably looked like hundreds of paintings to her.

"There's only 68 paintings here, 4 of which are not finished. I said as I pointed to one of the ones I had not yet finished. "And Mary Margaret comes by quiet often."

"Oh?" She asked in a suggestive tone.

"Not for the reason other people do." I don't know why she assumed I meant it in a sex related way.

"Are these people here in Story Brooke?" She asked as he looked at a picture of Marco carving a toy out of wood for a little boy.

"Yea, most of them, but not everyone exist. Like that little boy doesn't exist." I said before I went to my kitchen and got myself a drink that wasn't a cup of diabetes.

"Why do you have so many paintings of the town witch?"

I spit out part of my drink after she spoke because I was surprised she notified and she asked. I decided to act like I wasn't sure which painting she was currently looking at.