Homeless

Chapter 8

Kristine leans over to my face with the tissue. My eyes meet hers, and my heart practically stops. She looks away and hands me the tissue. "You can do it yourself." she says. I obey. I think of something, and smile. What if I- "Can I be your Cinderella?" She blushes, so much. It's adorable I try to cover my mouth as I try not to smile. "I don't care if I'm supposed to be the prince just because i'm the male. You're clearly better at saving me." Which is completely true. She nods, smiling then says. "Can I call you Cindy?" Agh this is driving me crazy. Kristy can be tough, but also so cute. My ears get all red and I break the eye contact–embarrassed. She then says, "Ok, I am definitely calling you Cindy after that reaction." I pout, and then laugh, I used to really hate it when girls put on a 'cutsie' act. But, if I am being completely honest, it kind of turns me on when she calls me Cindy. If that's the correct term for what I am feeling. Whenever she calls me that, my mind goes crazy as if being in her company isn't enough to satisfy me, as if I want ...more. She then asks me, "Are you going to stay here forever?" I mean, I kind of want to? Though, I can't tell her that. So I decide to pout again. "Do you want me to leave :(" "NO, DON'T LEAVE." She yells. stop being so cute>.< !! I smile, and walk over to her. "Say that again and I won't" I smirk. "Do you also want your arm broken?"  "You wouldn't treat your dear princess like that would you." I say, pouting again. No matter how many time I pout, she still blushes, it's hilarious. "So what now? Do you want to do something?" I say.  "Like as in hanging out?" She says cutely, again. I smile. because it's so freaking hard not to. "Yeah sure :). Ok, let's go!" I grab her hand and we run, to the place where I left my art supplies.–I hope they weren't stolen. She is caught by surprise I think, but she soon catches up to my running speed. She's quite fast. I smile as I intertwine our fingers while running. We climb up the steep path, still running. When we get up to the cliff. We are both out of breath. I look at her and she smiles back."Is that where the gangs live?" She asks, as she walks to the other side of the cliff. I follow her and look down. Wow, I've never really noticed the gang's buildings, I mean I've always really stayed on the front side of the clifftop. I never really walked anywhere except behind the willow tree which I always sit against and draw. She notices my drawing box and questions it. I explain about what I draw and stuff and then she asks the question I think everybody on this earth asks. "Can I See?" "Sure I guess, I have nothing to hide..." I say. I open the box and she takes a look. She flips through the pages, and her eyes light up. I smile. She, this time actually shows her teeth. When she usually smiles, its a pretty low-key one, that doesn't show any teeth. This time, it's a very tall smile. Kind of mixed with a surprised, impressed feeling. She flips through the pages pretty fast until she comes across the tree one. The tree that is in the island of the spring. "It's so happy, like the tree's fruit has just bloomed on a fresh spring morning. " Happy? I drew this picture during one of the saddest times of my life, how is she feeling happy from this image. Sincerely, I question her. "Happy? The tree's soul is fading away in the mist, lost forever." She looks puzzled, just as confused as I am feeling. She then asks, "Wait, that's so cool, that's exactly what a professional artist does." "Huh?" "In a museum, the art there is exactly like that. Impressionism. It's an impression of the world around us. But it's not all the same, it's different. That why people see the world differently. People aren't the same, they're different. Just like the meaning of a work of art." I. am. Speechless. "Thank you, I guess...." "Wait, but why don't you sell these you could make a lot of money and become rich! Then stop living in the forest." "But I wouldn't see you anymore" I wink, smirkingly. "Y-you're joking right?" She says blushing. "Am I? Am I really?, but on a serious note, no I want those drawings. They represent my life, and emotion. I can't give them away." "Hmm then, How about a museum!? Like I said before, these drawings could belong in a museum. I saw a sign a couple days ago saying that there is an art competition in Beener* (see end of chapter for information on this city.) " "Beener?! That's the second biggest town." "Yeah, the winners of the competition get to present their art in the telonian exhibition at the National Museum." "THE NATIONAL MUSEUM????" I am a fanboy at this point. I've always wanted to return to Telonia City, maybe I can return to the way I was. "We have to enter!" "Ummmm where are we going to get the money to go all the way to Beener?" "Uhhh... How much money do you have?" "Um about 700 Tonas." (70 dollars) "That's not enough for 2 tickets...no where close.. Um, I could–" she cuts me off. "Don't you even think about stealing." "I wasn't about to say that..." I lie. I was totally about to say that. "Is there any art you don't like? Any of your drawings?" "Yeah, some of the drawings when I first moved here were pretty bad." "Do you still have them?" "Um I don't know let me check." I rummage through the box and find some old papers. "This was while I was traveling from Telonia city to here." She takes a look, and has the same eyes she had when she saw the more recent drawings. "How is this bad?! HOw??!?" "Is it good?" "Yes, of course it doesn't have as much feeling as the others, but I doubt the general public cares about that, they just care about talent, usually. Especially in a little town like Duarta." "So I sell it?" "I mean, is that okay with you?!" "Um I might have to think about it..." "Or how about, you draw something for the public." "A new drawing?" "Yeah! Like draw something that's trendy now in days, and with the color schemes people like. Would you like to keep that painting even if it's yours?" "No, not if I drew it for money. I want to keep the paintings I drew from my heart." "Okay, so I will go to the town's library to see what people like to see in Telonia." "Ok should I come with you?" "S-sure!" She says very cutely. This time she grabs my hand and we run together to the village. We read about people loving different brands of cars, shoes, and we eventually chose to draw something related to a sports car, because why not. I get started while Kristine reads books about color schemes, interior design, and how people place paintings in their house. It takes like 5 hours to draw this, and Kristine has been by me the entire time. She has been bringing me different food, talking to me to give my arm a break, supplied me with information, and we finally finish later in the evening. The end result is a car parked on the edge of a cliff with a sunrise in the background. The car's license plate says "Malibu" and it's an old convertible. The blue paint is shining as the sun beats down on it. The couple is sitting on the front of the car holding hands. She looks at me. "I love it, now let's go sell it." Every Saturday there is a flea market in the city center. I've never been and Kristine hasn't either. I have something else on my mind though. Where am I going to sleep? Last night I slept literally with her. I don't know if it will be weird to leave, or even weirder to stay. I decide it's better to leave. But just as I am about to say goodbye she says, "I have all you need ready." "What?" I say back, confused. "Come." She then takes my arm and shows me the tent. She made too little sleeping areas out of 2 blankets. "I thought you were tired..." "Hmmm, just tired or did you want me to stay." "What, NO! I just.. Like you were ...you know... drawing all day." "I draw with my hands, I can still use my legs..." "If I kicked you so you couldn't walk would you get mad?" I laugh. "I was already thinking about staying." I smile. She then takes the one of the blankets out. "Wait what are you doing?" ARE WE GOING TO SLEEP WITH THE SAME BLANKET... She then says, "I'm sleeping outside." "Are you sure, it might rain or something." "Y-yeah, it will get awkward together." "What are you talking about your the one who fell asleep on my chest..." "Shush, we don't talk about that." She says. I smirk but then we say goodnight and sleep. I am having a hard time sleeping. Do you ever have an impulse to just look at somebody? To like see somebody. Maybe I have had a similar feeling when running to Duarta, but not to this extent. I walk outside quietly, Kristine's eyes are closed. I whisper, "are you awake?" Her eyes kind of shift, as if she's telling me I am awake. I wait a couple seconds, then her eyes open and she looks up at me. I sit down next to her and she sits up. Our faces are quite close as we're sitting on the floor together. She asks, "Can you not sleep? You slept find the other night." "Yeah, I don't know maybe I'm nervous for the flea market tomorrow. I really want to win that competition." "Why?" "what?" "When I mentioned to you, you got really excited. But why are you so excited and ready to do this competition?" "I want to see my parents." "Your parents?" "Yeah, I want to see if they're actually alive. After what you said about them surviving, maybe..maybe they could be there. I kept thinking. While I was drawing today. Maybe they think I've stopped caring." "You were just a boy Sebastian, they're not going to get mad at you for not being able to locate 2 people on a reasonably big island." "But won't they be sad? I mean, I gave up. Actually– no. I didn't even look for them. I looked for my brother, my stubborn brother. While I could've been helping my parents. Another mistake." "But you tried." "Huh?" "You tried, to bring your family back together, once my parents kicked me out, I soon then found out they moved to Port Texin. I never even tried looking for them." "Yes, but your parents were abusive. Any child would run away." "I guess, but it's not your fault. I mean, Telonia City is freaking huge. " "Yeah, but I think i still have the address. Sometimes I include key information of the different memories of my childhood in my drawings. I once drew my house, and included the address to remember it. I drew the entire floorplan, I remember it so well." "Well, then how about if we win the competition, we can go see your house. Then find out whether your parents are alive or not." "Okay, so our plan is to get some money by selling the art, then go to Beener to compete in a art competition. Then if we win, we go to the capitol. Deal?" Kristine smiles just like me. "Deal."  "Kristy, we better hurry up and sleep. She agrees. We wake up together again. We're not touching at all, but our bodies are at peace side by side. I get up and stretch. I wake Kristine up and she blinks cutely. God, this is actually annoying. She rubs her eyes, and gets up. "Let's do this Kristy!" She then hugs me. What.. Why Gosh what do I do. But my arms have moved faster than my brain thinks. My arms reach around her waist as soon as she pours her body onto me. She is quite warm and I close my eyes in her embrace, completely relaxed. "Hey Kristy?" "Hm?" "Why are you doing this?" "What do you mean?" "Why would you go all the way with me and help me." "I don't know why actually. The way you are, your passion for art and finding your memories, reminds me of who I was as a child. It makes me want to cheer you on. I just keep having this feeling of I hope he's happy." When she tells me that I pull away from the hug, and look at her. Our arms haven't budged. My arms are still tightly locked around her waist, like her arms are around my neck. We look at each other and I smile. "Thank you for everything I mean it" She continues to smile. I study her eyes, her cheek bones, her lips. They're all so beautiful. My eyes now go back and forth between her lips and her eyes. My heart is singing. A beautiful song, nothing else in this world matters but her. It's Amazing.

*Beener is a city in the southeast of the island. It is the second biggest city in Telonia, and has a lot of wheat farms around the urban city. It is a 2 hour drive from here to Telonia City. Although, not as famous, still a fun place to be.

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I was supposed to update last night but It was hard to write a much longer chapter. I decided to split this chapter up into 2 chapters because, let's be real, we have better things to be doing than reading Wattpad; even in social isolation.

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