I awaited the prepossessing sunset that I was promised, watercolours and my sketchpad had been placed purposely in my backpack, but I doubt they'd see the daylight. The smoke grey clouds hid any slither of sunshine and completely blanketed over the blue sky. My eyes remained alert, even if I saw an inch of blue sky, I'd paint it, I was in an artistic mood this evening. Perhaps it was due to the fact I was deprived of painting today, instead I had to spend my couple of hours at college researching more artists and figuring out what to create for my final product; and I hadn't the foggiest.
I also had the notorious notebook that spent a few days in Reece's company, I'd hoped for the life of me that these sore pages didn't meet the eyes of Reece. Recently, I was using it to write down things that have made me happy, trying to blot out the more crude comments about me that occupied the first few pages.
1. I like the way Reece studies my face, he looks at me as if I were alien, but like I was an alien he wanted to help lead back on the right path
2. I like the way I'll catch him staring at me, even though I pretend I don't notice, I thrive off of the thought of it
3. I like the way Reece's lips felt on mine, I just wish it would happen again so I don't ever have to forget it
4. I like the way I paint with ease
5. I like that I try to convince myself that Reece and I are just friends, but if anyone else got ahold of this book and read this page, they would think different
6. I like how I had to think of something that didn't involve Reece and the only thing I could come up with, was painting
7. Actually, I like how much more time I'm spending at the beach, I wish I did this more often when I was younger and maybe then I'd realise that my friends were awful humans
I flicked through the statements quickly, wondering if I could add anymore to that,
8. I like that Reece offered to write a song about me, and that he was going to perform it to people, as if I was partially his.
"This time tomorrow, we'll be in the hall at Kingsley, I'll be behind the curtain, trying to find your face in the crowd, and your eyes will be on the front of the stage, anticipating what I'll perform." He huffed as he trudged over to me, his guitar case weighing him down.
"Seven thirty it starts?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yep," he said, popping the P. "I was actually going to sing a bit on the cliff, and show you what songs I was going to perform tomorrow," he started,
"No don't, I want it to be a surprise." I smiled, he sat down beside me, the guitar case placed into the middle of us both.
"I've got you seats next to my parents," he concentrated as he unzipped his guitar case and flipped it open so the lid now rested on my thigh. "And here are your two tickets," he said, handing me over two white tickets, with 'Open Mic Night' capitalised in a bold black font. The times and seat numbers were on them too, just in case I'd hit my head and forget.
"Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" I asked, feeling disappointed that I couldn't support Reece properly on his first big night.
"You owe me a date to the party," he chuckled to himself, I rolled my eyes. I was fighting a loosing battle.
"We'll see." I trailed off.
The cool wind caressed at my exposed skin, blowing my blonde hair across my hair. Reece squinted as he scanned the view and the assemblage of people on the beach, some with dogs, most with a significant other. I wonder what people who assume about Reece and I at first glance?
"Isn't it weird how just a couple of weeks ago I had never met you, and now you're coming to one of my shows?" Reece pondered, tilting his head at me as he left that question stagnant in the air.
"Yeah," i smiled back, brushing the hair from my eyes. "Why did you chose to stick around with me?" I queried. I question I found a bit harder to believe. I gave him no sort of inkling that I wanted company, in fact I was blunt with him, but he persisted and somehow we got here.
He shrugged. Not the correct answer.
"No honestly," I asked again and he laughed, staring at the sea that spread before us and shaking his head.
"Where I use to live, we never had a beach. In fact the closest one to us was a two hour drive. Naturally, when we moved I wanted to visit the beach, but little did I know that I'd be coming here daily." he told me.
"but why did you chose to come and talk to me? Surely you'd much rather be alone," I stated and he laughed again, I wondered if I was being stupid and there was no reason at all and I'm turning this all about me. Maybe Reece was lonely too.
"You looked lonely, you looked like there was another reason you came here, and I just felt like you wanted to be heard, for someone to be there and listen to you. I guess I was totally fixed on you." He said.
"Oh," I let out, he always left me perplexed with how well he could understand me.
"Oh?" He questioned me, looking at me with great intent. "why? Were you expecting another response?" He smirked.
"No, that's exactly what I expected. It just fascinates me how well you understand me. I didn't think I was that easy to read. That's all,"
"You're not, even after these few weeks I still haven't sussed you out. You're like no one I have ever met." My smile grew further with every word that dropped, I was sure by this rate it would just overtake my whole face. He was so poetic with words but I don't understand how he's never written a song.
"Reece," I laughed awkwardly, trying to fill the space between us.
"I think we both know the reason I picked the beach Shiloh, that was just some bullshit anecdote to tell you otherwise," he spoke, standing up and retrieving his guitar case, throwing it over his back. My eyes grew wide as I watched him walk away. "See you tomorrow Shiloh, you're making me the happiest guy on the beach right now," he called out to me.
But what I have I done? I've just been sat here on this bleak spring evening, underneath these miserable clouds.
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beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
