And To Him, She Was Art.

Chapter II: Water

When I rang the bell of Aries' house, I knew that Aries was still in the shower.

Not just because I knew he took eternal showers, but also because whenever Aries took a shower, he would put music on, to listen and sing along to as he cleaned himself.

And it wasn't ever just instrumentals or slow music or punk or anything, it would be cold hard metal, the type that left your ears bleeding and your head dizzy.

Well, mine at least. I'm not saying metal is bad, I do like some bands, but Aries listens to it in a way that the whole Pennyblues has to know what song he's listening to.

So standing there in front of the door, I could hear his music and therefore conclude that he was still in the shower.

"Coming", Came Aries' mother's voice from inside the house.

I looked around the yard and saw that their dog, Bottles, was lying on the grass right next to their car.

It was an old dog, and it was then sleeping, like he did most his days now that he was close to dying. I recalled when we were younger, and still teenagers, we used to skate and he would follow us, his tongue out as he padded over the streets.

Now he barely moved, except when Aries' mother brought him food.

As I was running memories in my head, the door clicked open and I was greeted with the sight of Rachel Aries, smiling at me.

She was wearing tight black jeans and a pink blouse that revealed the tops of her breasts.

Rachel Aries was very beautiful, despite her annoying voice, and her figure could drive any man crazy.

"Hello Tristan", She said, " Come in."

I did as told, and she closed the door behind me.

She walked to the kitchen, and I followed.

Rachel Aries was a widow. Aries never told me much on the matter, but of what he did tell me I knew that his dad used to drink allot, and one night he got stabbed on the streets and bled to death.

Aries also told me that due to his drinking problems, his father and mother often fought.

His father died when Aries was seven, so he didn't remember much of it.

We went into the house,and she closed the door behind us.

We walked to the kitchen, her in front of me.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked me when we reached the kitchen.

"Sure", I said, " Water is fine."

She nodded, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured some water from the fridge. Then she handed it to me.

She leaned against the kitchen counter.

I took a sip, aware of the silence that reigned in the room.

"So how is everything with you?" She asked suddenly.

"All is well," I responded, " My mom's going away for a couple of days to visit my aunt."

I didn't mean that my mother going away made everything well, but I assumed that was what she wanted to hear.

"Oh yes, I heard from Trevor. And what about your father? Is he well?" 

"Yes he is. Though I haven't seen him for quite some days. He's out of town. He should be back before this saturday." I told her, and he better be back before saturday, or else I would be left poor of a ride.