Muse (Caspar Lee Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen: Paint Me a Picture

Lilly’s POV

            “So, I will start off drawing you, and then you can give me a picture of your girlfriend and I’ll draw her in,” I told Kyle as I set the canvas on my stand in front of me.

            “That sounds perfect,” he said. He was wearing a dark blue button up and maroon trousers.  He sat on a bench and I sat on a stool that I brought.

            He called me and asked him to meet him at a small park about half an hour from the apartment. He said it was usually nice and quiet and we won’t be disturbed as much.

            I asked Alfie if he could drop me off, and so he did.

            “Okay, you don’t have to be stiffly still, but try your best not to move,” I told him before pulling my hair up into a messy bun, my usual habit when working on any type of art.

            I pulled out my drawing pencils and took out my HB pencil and started to sketch Kyle’s structure to the left of the canvas, leaving room for his girlfriend.

            “So, what’s your girlfriend’s name?” I asked him, glancing up at him every few seconds.

            “Scarlett,” Kyle responded, not moving from his position.

            “That’s a really pretty name.”

            “It is. Thank you.”

            I started to sketch the bench he was sitting on. He wanted the park to be the background, so that’s what I was going to do.

            “So, how about you? Got a boyfriend?”

            I laughed and felt some heat go to my cheeks. “No, I don’t have one.”

            “Really? I find that hard to believe,” he said, shifting slightly.

            “Why?”

            “You’re really pretty. And talented.”

            “Aww, thank you,” I said flattered, but slightly uncomfortable from the compliment.

            “You should get one soon. Then you guys go on a double date with me and Scarlett, and you can give her the painting,” Kyle smiled wider and my inner fan girl swirled. Though I know I only found him appealing to look at, I still couldn’t help it.

            “Maybe,” I responded.

            “So, tell me about yourself. It’s kind of boring me just sitting here doing nothing.”

            “Well, what do you want to know?” I asked him.

            “Tell me about your family.”

            “Hmm, okay. Well, I’m half-Italian and half-Filipino.  I have an older sister named Eva, and we both were born in the states. We moved here when she as nine and I was seven, then we moved back to D.C. when she graduated high school.

            “We all were happy to be there in the states, but we all missed London. Well, my sister and I did. So a few months ago, she moved back here. I stayed back in the states at the time with my parents, but I moved into my own apartment.

            “As you know, I’m an artist and I was actually a pretty well-known artist in D.C. I have paintings up in local museums, in hotels, and in restaurants. My parents supported me a lot, and even more when my career took off.”