Muse (Caspar Lee Fanfic)

Chapter Three: Unpredictable

Lilly’s POV

            “This is so frustrating!” I grumbled to myself, taking one of my pillows and slapping it across my bed. So badly did I want to tell Caspar that I’ll be moving to London, and I would be staying with my sister, but I just didn’t want him to get his hopes up.

            It’s not that there’s a huge chance I might not make it there, but there always is a chance. My inspiration is so unpredictable. I could walk out of my apartment and see something that will inspire me to paint, and then I won’t be able to leave because of it.

            But as of now, all I can think about are grey skies, pizza, and a certain South African who is making me act out of normal.

            I was about to get out of bed when my phone rang.

            “Hello?” I picked it up without checking the caller ID.

            “Hey, Lilly,” the cheery voice said. I recognized it as my best friend, (aside from Alfie) on the other side. It was Stephanie. “Do you have any clay? I ran out and I need more.”

            “You can’t just buy any?” I asked her. She was also an artist, but she did 3D art where mine were mostly paintings and drawings.

            “Dude, I’ll pay you back if you want. But bring me some please. Buy it or give me your own, I don’t care. I just need some clay!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll be there soon.”

“Thank you,” she said and hung up.

            I got out of bed and changed into some old, tattered boyfriend jeans. I pulled on a loose grey t-shirt and re-did my messy bun. I went to the spare room that had my art supplies in it, everything in boxes. Luckily, I didn’t pack up my clay. I recently bought two packs of clay, and hopefully that’ll be enough for Stephanie.

            I walked out of my flat and locked the door behind me. I headed to my car, which was parked on the curb. It was a small, red pickup truck. It was very convenient and helpful in lugging art supplies around, especially in big projects.

            Chucking the two packs of clay into the passenger seat, I walked around and got into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and driving to Stephanie’s house.

            Stephanie lived about seven minutes away, so I got there fairly quickly. I took out my keys and looked for the one she gave me to her apartment. Since we were best friends, were practically in and out of each other’s places, and we’re sometimes fairly busy to answer the door, we gave each other keys.

            But she wouldn’t be needing mine anymore.

            “Steph?” I called once I was inside, carrying the clay.

            “I’m out back!” she called back.

            Where my apartment was small and simple, hers was large and extraordinary. Lots of her work was placed around her apartment, and also some of my paintings. Her apartment had an outer deck in the back, and that’s where she usually worked on her art pieces.

            Opening the screen sliding door, I stepped out and saw her kneading a small ball of clay in her hand. She was wearing grey sweats and a white tank top. Her short red hair had small streaks of grey clay stuck in them.

            “What are you working on that you got clay in your hair?” I asked her. She turned around, her grey green eyes striking. Her face was serious for a moment before she smiled at me, a dimple on her left cheek showing.