Just Another Brushstroke

Chapter 6

Angelo's POV

I felt so stupid right now more then ever.

I scared him off that is for sure. I never should have left his side. Its been about ten days since the art museum catastrophe, I haven't seen him since. He dropped out of art classes and I couldn't find him at Barnes and Noble.

I searched all over his Instagram but I couldn't find a phone number. I groaned and threw myself back on my bed.

"Did you take him on a date?" Ava asked me as she sprawled out on my king sized bed.

"No I just offered to take him. I invited him."

"No wonder he bailed. He has no idea what he is to you," Madeline said. I rolled my eyes.

"I thought we were friends." I said and they both looked at each other.

"You don't offer private art lessons to anyone. Not even us. We are your best friends," Madeline said with a glare. "What is he to you?" she added.

"I can't seem to get him out of my head. His smile, and his hair, and the way he laughs. I'm just not sure I can move on yet." I said being completely honest.

The disaster that happened with Dylan was still existing. I still had that stupid shirt stuffed in my closet about four feet away from Ava's feet. Dylan was my first everything and I didn't know if I could let him go just yet.

"Maybe it's time to move on. I know Dylan broke your heart but you need to mend it. Maybe Jeremy can sew," Ava said and I let out a loud mocking laugh.

"That was the cheesiest thing that I have ever heard." I said and Ava just rolled her eyes again.

Maybe they were right? Maybe I did need to get over it. I know I feel something for Jeremy. I end up taking whatever chance I get to look into his green eyes or I end up staring at his lips. The way his bottom lips sticks our further and I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

The way he walks. He walks into the art classes very shy and reserved. Then when we walked to the museum he seemed more confident and he would sway his hips. I'm not even sure what he wants.

"I'm going to ask him out," I said and sat up. The twins looked at each other and then back at me.

"Seriously?" They asked in unison.

"Yes, I'm not letting him slip away. He's not going to be the next Dylan." I said and they nodded.

"What are you thinking of doing?" Ava asked.

Good question.

"I'm doing the cliché. I'm going to take him for dinner and a movie. Then we can see what happens. I'll also tell my parents that I'm with you guys." I said and they both nodded.

I walked into my living room to see my father with a stack of papers and my mom sitting at the counter drawing with charcoal. My ass of a brother Vincent was playing video games.

"I'm spending most of the night at Ava and Madeline's house. Their parents are out of town."

"As long as you behave then I suppose that is fine," replies my father. I nodded and Vincent shot me a suspicious look.

I ran back to my room and told the twins that I was heading to Barnes and Noble. I might be able to find him. It was four o clock so his shift should end real soon, and I needed to hurry. We left the apartment trying not to run so we didn't look to sneaky.

"See you guys later!" I yelled as I sprinted down the street.

I wasn't sure why I was running so fast. Maybe I just wanted to see him as soon as possible. What if he rejected me? What if he hated me after what happened? What if he said no?