lovely |k.k|

II

I got home as soon as possible, catching my aunt as she made some tea. We were never the type to talk about everything, but she was my only lifeline and I cared a lot about her. She helped me through so much, I could understand why she wanted to make sure I was okay with moving. She handed me her mug once I put my bag down, seeing the look on my face as I thanked her and took a sip,

"How was school?" I handed the mug back to her,

"It was alright. Some weird kids, I didn't get the chance to make friends yet." She nodded, like she understood pretty well as she glanced at the glass door that led to our backyard,

"I thought it'd be a little stressful. Don't worry, you'll figure it out soon. I unpacked your painting supplies, and put the easel in the backyard. Go, I can feel the inspiration flowing out."

I couldn't help but laugh, my mood getting better almost immediately.

"Thank you, Aunt Lara." I refrained from giving her a hug, not very used to physical affection as I went and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed out.

The weather was perfect, not too hot and not too cold. Since I was only in jeans and a t-shirt, it was great.

My supplies were already there, and I grabbed a pencil, moving towards the easel and sketching out what I had in my mind. It simply turned out to be two detailed eyes, an expression around them that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Despite this, I continued, realizing I should just let my hand move freely, wondering if I'd fill out the rest of the face more with paint.

I was only mixing colors when I heard something glide into the yard. I looked past my painting, seeing a yellow and blue arrow.

I raised an eyebrow, deciding to ignore it as an accident when another one came from the fence in front of me. I tried not to laugh, wondering if the person shooting had just picked up the hobby.

A few minutes passed and no more arrows seemed to come. I had already started painting when they genuinely began to rain down. I heard one thunk, and then another, and another arrow as a few more followed.

I looked away from my paintings and realized a cluster was starting on a specific part of the yard. Maybe these arrows weren't accidental?

I put my supplies down, deciding to head over and grab the arrows so I could return them,

"Hello?" I shouted, not hearing any replies back as I sighed. I guess I was gonna have to return these myself. I grabbed each one that had pierced the ground, counting seven in all. Whoever this was, they did this on purpose.

What a weird way to meet someone.

I headed into the house, catching my Aunt reading a book,

"Hey, our neighbor shot a bunch of these into the yard. I'm gonna go return them, is that okay?" She simply hummed, looking up at me with a smile,

"Just keep your phone on you Dove, I'll call if I need you back."

I nodded, slipping on my shoes and heading out. I walked over to the house beside us. Frankly, it was huge, but so was ours. I wasn't used to much else besides Brooklyn apartments. I knocked on the door, and to my surprise, a tall woman answered.

She had jet black hair and eyes that resembled someone I knew. Still, I couldn't pinpoint it as she greeted me, her eyes landing on the arrows,

"Hello, are you a friend of Kevin's?" She spoke so softly that any type of familiarity completely vanished from my mind, and I couldn't help but smile shyly,

"Oh, is that the name of your little boy? I'm uh, a new neighbor. These were shot into my yard while I was pain-" I cut myself off, realizing it would be boring to go into so much detail, "Anyway, I think he did it by accident while trying to shoot something. I just wanted to return them."