Blood Buddy / Fransykes

Chapter 8

Guys! If you don't already know (Idk if I've said this yet) but this isn't the last adaptation of this series I'm doing I'm gonna do a sequel lol but I'm just wondering, when should I do it, should I write it during the same time or after I write this 1? Because this is gonna be long lol, anyways, enjoy this chapter <3

Red. My favourite colour of all time. That was the colours of the flowers on my desk, the ones that Josh got me. They were called red gerberas, and ever since I saw them when I was little, I fell in love with them.

Josh always gets me new ones when my old ones die, I always tell him that it's fine, that I'll get them myself, but he never fails to get them before I can. They were exactly what I needed as inspiration for this canvas that I'm painting.

Josh always says that he loves my paintings, that they're his favourite. So, I just thought I'd add one more thing to his birthday. I had already gotten everything arranged, Claire gave me £1000 for his birthday. I already booked concert tickets for him for some band he likes, but I still can't seem to decide on what else I could get him, and his birthday is tomorrow! I think I'm just going to use the money with him to buy stupid shit, I know he likes doing that.

Seriously though, with Josh and his rich family, he has everything. He even has a computer! Like, who has a computer except billionaires and computer heads? The thing is, I can never be sure on what to get him for this exact reason.

I'm painting a picture of us when we were little. It's almost finished, I put my heart and soul into it, I just hope that he will like it. I've been up all night working on it, it's two am. I'm so tired. But anything for him, I've really poured my heart and soul into this, I've said that already.

While looking through photographs a couple of hours ago, to find one of Josh and I to copy, I ended up finding an old photo of me and my mum before I met Josh. Before my brother was even born. I ripped it up, of course, I didn't want it.

I looked so sad in the picture. Probably because she threw me into the basement just before it was taken. She used to just throw me in there when she was bored of me, but then she started working for Josh's family and I met him, she stopped. She put all of her efforts into something other than locking me up for being a normal kid.

I'm thankful for Josh for so many things. I was on the verge of becoming like her, an emotionless bitch. But I think I covered that up with anger, don't know, don't remember. It wasn't until I met Josh that the light came into my life. I finally learned how to love someone, so that's why... I know what happiness is now.

I guess I've kind of blocked before I met Josh out. I don't remember much. I don't remember my dad at all, he left when I was a baby, and I don't blame him. I would leave my mother too, no one wants to put up with her. Still though, I wish I could meet him. My brother has no idea who his dad is either. But mum is more strict when it comes to talking about my dad, as if he was terrible, but he can't be that bad. I wish I could meet him one day. I think I'm going to keep trying until I do, I hope he's really nice.

I saw water droplets form on my painting and immediately pulled away, what's that? Oh.

I placed the paintbrush in the cup of water, knowing my painting was finished. I analysed it, making sure that I was completely happy with it. Yeah, that'll do. I like it, I even added some smiley faces, some happy flowers... everything with happy faces that you could imagine.

I crossed my arms, resting them on top of the desk and then resting my face in my arms. I felt my arms start to get wet, oh jeez, I'm not crying again, am I?

I used to cry over being in love with Josh. But, things have just gotten worse since he kissed me. Now I'm trying to hold the tears in but it's just so... hard. I feel much worse. Maybe its because I know I'll never feel that same feeling again? Oh, whatever. I need to sleep. It's a big day tomorrow.