Maybe, just maybe

II

All my life I've wondered if I would ever succumb to anything.
Would I become a writer?
A poet?
A musician?
Even an English teacher?
I never saw my life heading in any one of those directions. Until the day my mother uttered the most important words I'd hear in my life,
"Why don't you open up your very own mini library? Full of all your work, you could open it with Mae! And sell her drawings!"
Mae, my best friend of 18 years. We met when we started kindergarten and we got along like a house on fire. We ended up sharing the same birthday! I know what a coincidence!
She's like the sister I never had. My other half. She loves to create artworks or all shapes and forms, from landscape to portraits. Most of them being me.
She was one of my muses and I was one of hers.
We did everything together. We got our ears pierced together. We did our nails together. We played video games together. We played every sport under the sun. And we created art together. Hers being drawings and paintings. Mine being writing and singing.
She would draw as I played the piano or the guitar. They are the memories that make up my life.
So we decided it was time to open up our own store, V & M's Creative Corner. Which is ironic as it was in the middle of the street. Mae and I were so excited when we bought our small space on Rhode street, New York.
We had saved up for months! But on the 7th of December, our space was ours.
We decorated it with bright colours in one corner for children, and more mature and natural tones for the teens and adults. It was perfect. It was mostly Mae's artworks and some of my books but I only had a whopping collection of 10 self-written and self-published books. We were so happy!
Then the day I met him came around and it all changed...
He flipped my life upside down. Right onto it's head.
Ethan Halloway.
He was a quiet person in our store but he looked like the kind of guy to get into some mischief. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me but I believed it was all in my head.
Then the day he spoke his first words to me. It was a year since we had opened the store.
He waltzed up to me, looked me up and down and said, "huh, you look better from a distance."
"P-pardon me?" I was shocked. He was so rude!
"I said you loo-"
"Yeah, I heard you." Ugh what kind of person says that? Like honestly!
"Well, sorry," he shrugged "I'm an honest guy." He stared blankly into my eyes and I knew in my gut he would be trouble!
And boy was I right!

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Hey, sorry for not writing much but I'm trying (key word trying) to get back into it!
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