Body Is A Temple

Chapter 4: A Painting Is Worth A Thousand Words

I found myself standing outside of some building. The fall trees around me and the air cold. I don't know what exactly is in this building, but apparently it's supposed to let me live on edge and be a complete bad ass. Lucas stood beside me, nudging my arm.

"Do you hear me?"

"Oh Im sorry"

"Are you excited?"

"So excited, I'm at a loss for words"

He led me inside where we were greeted by a fragile old lady. Her skin was so pale and thin you could see just about all her veins. She gave a smile to Lucas.

"Back again aren't you?"

"With a friend this time"

Lucas smiled over to me.

"Oh well aren't you a beauty"

I smiled. Aren't old people just the cutest. I made eyes contact at Lucas.

"Well, let's get you two started"

I wonder what I am getting myself into. We followed the women down the hall as she turned to these huge glass doors. As she opened it, my pupils filled with light. The room was full of canvases. The windows gave a nice view of the fall trees and the river swaying on the side of the building.

"Thank you Miss. Leanna "

Lucas said to the lady. She smiled and made her way out of the room. My eyes couldn't get over the view from the window.

"I really hope you like to paint"

"I never painted before"

I followed him over to a canvas. I love looking at paintings. They are so beautiful and have so much meaning.

"You just paint how you feel"

He smiled over to me, handing me a paintbrush. I took and sat on one of the stools staring at my canvas. What do I even paint? I look over to Lucas who was already in the moment of painting. I just decided to start with my favorite color. As you can tell I'm not a painter, but as Lucas said. I just had to feel it.

"What the hell is that?"

Lucas said eyeballing my painting. I bursted out laughing.

"I couldn't tell you"

"It looks like some overweight Pope from the side"

I moved my head towards the side and started laughing. It really did look like some fat Pope, but only with one eye. I shoved Lucas.

"Man. I can't tell you how much I love to paint"

He looked over to me.

"Painting is like an escape to just be myself. Since I have to professional all the time, it realses the fun side of me"

I dabbed my paintbrush in the blue color.

"How about your wife? Do you have any fun with her?"

He looked at his painting with a small pause. I probably shouldn't of asked that.

"I mean, sure. I love her and all, but I can't really be immature. I mean look at me"

He said, locking his hazel eyes with mine.

"I act like I'm 40, when I'm actually 24"

"Well to me"

I say smiling.

"You look like a 40 year old with paint on your nose"

"What?"'

He said, raising his eyebrows. I reached over really quick, marking his nose with my paintbrush. He paused. Didn't move a muscle. I bursted out into laughter. He bit his lower lip and nodded his head.