I painted my way across the wall, swipe after swipe. I have decided that instead of a canvas I want one of the walls in my room painted. I consider my self a wolf, a free loud animal. That pretty much sums me up, loud, free spirited, wolf. Maybe I should paint a moon and a wolf, howling. Hmm, yeah. So there I go, dark blue paint, swipe after swipe, and shading, creases, and finally the wolf. I wondered where I should place it, I look over my wall it was painted like the night. A bright big plump moon painted over a cliff. I am listening to my favorite song "Cold". Then suddenly my thought are interrupted.
"Hey dad" I say looking at my dad, he has his head poked in my room.
"Uh hey, what are you doing?" He asks,
"Painting my wall, before the furniture comes in." I say, staring at the vacant room. I had a smaller room before, but I requested that I get a bigger one with the excuse of not having enough room for clothes or something. But I really wanted more room to paint.
"I like it" He says smiling, I'm glad he isn't mad.
"Thanks, tell me where I should put the wolf" I say,
"Wolf?" He asks, I really need him to not ask questions right now.
"Yes, dad just tell me where I should put it" I don't know why I am getting mad.
"I don't know" He says then he leaves, knowing that right now isn't the time. Because at first I was all happy, them I'm all PMS. I pick a certain spot on the cliff and leave the room to let it dry.
"People are coming to view your paintings, they really are beautiful" My mother says smiling. I look over them, parents always say nice things, so I would never know. I listen for my brother, I know if I hear piano music it's either my dad or my brother.
"Theo!" I call out, I need his opinion on my room and my paintings. I know he is actually honest.
"What?" He calls back from upstairs as if he is annoyed.
"Tell me what you think about my paintings!" I yell back,
"Ugh, fine" He says, and walks downstairs.
"Yeah, they're good" He smiles,
"Now go look at my room" I demand, but still keeping a smile I follow him to my room. When we get to my room, I notice mom and dad have followed.
"Oh it's so beautiful" My moms says hugging me, gosh mom really don't right now.
"Thanks" I say hugging her back, my brother agrees.
"Okay now, I'm ready for them to come and look" I smile,
"They are buying too" My dad says,
"I can buy a new guitar with the money" I smile, I also have an interest with music. I don't fancy TV and video games like my brother. Well accept for my wii, I love my wii. I plan to paint a sun on a part of my wall, I need to start doing that before my new furniture comes, I have about a month. So I'm stuck in my old room, for a month. Ugh.
"They're here" My mom says cheerfully, man what did she eat this morning. I mean honestly she is in her 40's how can she be so happy? My dad is in his 40's too but he is super active, some day he is going to break something. A flood of people enter our home, looking at my paintings and displays, someone catches my eye. A guy he looks maybe in his 20's or younger, dirty blonde hair that is short and in a perfect hairstyle. He is tall and slender, so handsome, with his beautiful blue eyes. I find myself staring at him, and when I come to my senses he is staring back. I need to know his name. I walk to the bathroom, to make sure I look okay. I brush my long brown hair out, I straighten my dress that hugs my curves perfectly, and stare into my grey eyes. You are beautiful I say to myself in my head. I always do that, I think everyone should it really boosts my self esteem. I find him in the room looking at my other painting. I walk up to him.
"Do you like that?" I ask, good way to start up a conversation.
"Yeah, I wish I could meet-" He starts to say then he squints at the little words on the plaque under the painting that says my name on it, "Phoebe Grey" He finishes.
"Why?" I ask,
"Because I want to see who made these amazing paintings" He smiles, oh god he is hot.
"Well what would you say to her when you meet her?" I ask, I want to hear this.
"Why are you so interested?" He asks, he can tell something is up.
"I just am" I smile with my teeth, guys always like when I smile like this.
"Huh" He smiles back,
"I don't think this is that good, I have seen better" I smile, and he frowns a little,
"And what would you know about art?" He laughs,
"I know lots" I say,
"Obviously not, if you don't think this is good" He looks at it again,
"Are you going to buy this?" I ask, I want to get off this subject.
"Maybe, why are you going to?" He asks,
"No, Remember I don't like it"
"Well maybe you should go find the owner and give her your opinion" He laughs,
"I will" I say, "nice to meet you-"
"Austin Lincoln, and you are?" He asks,
"Phoebe Grey" I say and shake his hand. I see his mouth drop a little,
"But your so young how-"
"I'm 16, and I started young now bye" This will make him want to talk more.
"Wait I have questions for you"
"I have to go see other people, here" I say, I had a card made by my mom, with my phone number on it. I handed it to him and he smiled.
"I'll call you" He smiles, and I think I've got him there.
Wow, you did good Phoebe I say to myself.
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Phoebe's Story
RomanceFifty Shades Fanfic, their daughter is now 16 and she has just as much troubles. When Phoebe is putting one of her paintings on display, she notices a boy eyeing it. By all means he was cute, but there was a problem. The boy was Elena's son, Austin...
