A Painter's Mystery

2. The adventures of Sherlock and Watson

Ignore any typos, or better yet, tell me about it.

Picture above- The dress Hailee wore to the party (minus the purse and sunglasses)

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"Ughh, would you wear something already!" Beth groaned from the bed upon which she was lying. Looking suave in her black netted shirt paired with a blue fitted skirt and black oxford shoes, Beth was ready to go party. I, on the other hand, am still wearing my school clothes. So voila, my friend screaming at me while I moved around frantically.

Finally, digging from the depths of my closet, I change into a white t-shirt on which 'hell was boring' is written along with grey check pants and black overall on top. Shoving my socked foot into black converses (don't worry, I wear it sock-sock, shoe-shoe, I'm not a barbarian), I move downstairs with Beth in tow. Before I could reach the door, Uncle Frank calls out. "Oh, Hailee, where are you headed?"

Turning around, I gave him a huge smile. "Just a party that I'm being forced to attend. It's cool if I go, right?" I ask. Soon, he came bounding towards us, his blond hair all over the place and his blue eyes shining with joy. Let's be honest, my Uncle should be surfing in Milan instead of being a chef at a restaurant here. He came and shook Beth's hand. "Finally, I thought my niece here would die a cat lady!"

Both of them started laughing as my ears turned red. I rolled my eyes as I started heading towards the exit. "Cats are evil. I would have dogs, not cats." I murmured, which only encouraged them to laugh louder. Aggravating Amateurs. Opening Beth's door, I plopped down on the passenger seat as I waited for Beth. She came outside, still laughing and sat on the driver's seat before she revved the engine of her Range Rover.

Many guys in our school have commented that a girl shouldn't have such a boyish car. Yeah, as if anyone was going to listen to those dumb, hormonal little boys, whose manhood was challenged by a little thing as a girl owning a car. Hey, wake up; you're in the 21st century now.

I snickered in the silence. Turning towards Beth, I said. "You remember that time when boys in our school complained about you owning this car?" I snickered again. Beth, on the other hand, laughed. "Yeah, they were so pissed. I just feel sorry for those colleges that might have to handle their pea sized brains." We kept on sharing different stories between us until the party house arrived.

I knew it was the party house as I could hear the booming bass from the inside of the car. We stepped outside to witness a lavish house. The front of the house was completely covered in glass, making it nearly see through and making me worried about the privacy of its occupants. On the little walls that I could see, the house was painted an off-white colour with winding wooden staircases littered everywhere.

But the best part was the lush green lawn with swings and a white bench. Unlike the cliché teenage parties, no, there weren't any drunken minors but I could see people dancing and getting intimate. Overall, it wasn't so bad after all.

We went inside and Beth yelled something to me but I could barely make out what she was saying. She came near me and yelled in my ears. "You wait by the couch, I'll go and get us some punch." I turned and shouted in her ear. "No need, I'm going outside in the garden. I've something in my mind to do. You go and have fun." She gave me a confused expression, making me take out the Kindle. She smacked her head in frustration and flipped me the finger. I just grinned at her, waved a goodbye and went outside.

Making my way towards the lawn, I sit down on the part of the soft sprinkled grass where the music is not too loud and switch the Kindle on to start reading. Again, I get so absorbed in the story to care about whatever was going around me. And let's be honest, that never ends well.