Colouring Outside The Lines

Chapter 14

Howdy beautiful peoples! So I've decided to make a few changes to the story…nothing major really. Firstly, I think that Avan Jogia would be better for Mason than Mr. Gallinari. He's got this whole sensitive bad boy vibe going on and I am in love with him…I mean I love the vibe!!!! Anyway, Julianne Hough for Kara. Umm…As for the P.O.Vs…I'll most be writing in Sierra's and just scatter in everyone else's because this is her story. I will take requests for other P.O.V's though and post them here or on my profile. I entered this for the Watty Awards…so please support me! Now without further ado…

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Chapter 14

§  Sierra's P.O.V  §

James' house was even more amazing during the day. It was a mansion with sprawling gardens and a huge water feature out front. It was a little intimidating walking to the front door by myself, especially since there didn't seem to be anyone around. I took a deep breath and looked at my outfit ruefully, I'd thought it was fine when I left home but now I felt inadequate in my ripped baggy jeans and vest paired with flip flops. I pushed the doorbell and waited patiently, I didn't wait long before it was opened by a beautiful blonde woman in jeans and crocs. She had gardening gloves on and dirt smeared on her clothing, she also looked a little flushed. She looked at me expectantly.

"Hello…I'm, umm, here to see James?" I asked.

A smile lit up her face immediately.

"You must be Sierra," she said, "come on in dear. I'm sorry about my appearance, I was working in my garden."

"Oh, that's fine…I'm not exactly looking Vogue worthy myself."

She laughed at that and looked at me with amusement and something else in her eyes.

"Well, just go down that corridor…he's in the second room on the right."

"Thank you," I said before going down the corridor she'd pointed out.

The inside of the house was just as breathtaking as the outside. There were marble pillars and a marble floor. The decor was simple yet elegant, just from a glance you could tell that  James' family had money. The corridor walls were covered in pictures of James at different stages in his life. It looked like James was an only child but he looked happy enough. After looking at the pictures for a while, I found the door and walked in. What I found was definitely not what I was expecting. It was a room full of artwork featuring different things and in different media; oil, water colours, chalk, pastels, pen and pencil. Every single piece was amazing, I was left breathless. I took a few steps into the room and picked up a sketchpad to get a closer look. It was a rough sketch of someone but it was so amazingly lifelike.

"Wow!" I breathed.

"Sierra! What are you doing in here!?"

I turned to find a very flushed looking James in the doorway. He was barefoot and wearing jeans with holes in the middle and a white wife beater. His hands were stained with paint and he was gripping a rag that probably used to be white.

"Your mom let me in, is that ok?"

"Yeah, yeah…it's cool," he rushed out.

I cocked an eyebrow, "You sure, you look a little flushed."

"No, I'm not!"

I giggled, "Well, you're an amazing artist."

"Nah, it's not that good." he denied and blushed more.

"Don't be modest…this is just a sketch and it looks so lifelike."

"Aww, stop it! You're embarrassing me," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, "She's really pretty, who is she?"

James clapped his hands loudly and grabbed the sketchpad, "I think it's time for your lesson little missy!"

I smiled at his obvious attempt at avoiding my question but humoured him anyway  and walked out of his art room.

"You are terrible at this!" he laughed.

"Gee, thanks!" I snapped before glaring at him.

He wasn't wrong, I'd created a brownish looking mess on the canvas I was spray painting. It looked nothing like his simple design a metre away. We'd been going at it for a few hours with him showing me how to, step by step. We'd done something he claimed was simple, a boom box. What I'd done just looked like a melting ice cream cone, a weirdly coloured melting ice cream cone.

"I told you I was bad at art!" I wailed.

He chuckled,"Yeah, but I didn't think this bad."

I glared at him and he shut up before looking at my artwork again and then doubling over in laughter once more. I narrowed my eyes at him and stomped away in the direction of his house. We'd set our canvases up in his garden under a tree. I could still hear him laughing it up as I made it to the patio overlooking the garden. His mother was seated on a chaise, reading a novel. She looked at me questioningly as I plopped into a chaise across from her.

"James keeps laughing at my art," I grumbled.

She smiled wide, trying to contain her laughter.

"What if I show you something of James' to laugh at?" she asked.

I grinned at her excitedly, "I'd feel much better!"

she laughed,"Follow me dear." 

I followed her into the house to the kitchen. On the counter was a sleek, black laptop. She popped it open, typing in a few things before turning it around so that I could see the screen. A younger looking James appeared on the screen. He looked about 8 or 9. It was a close up and I could only see his face but as the cameraman zoomed out I fell apart in raucous laughter. James was wearing a pink, sparkly ball gown, complete with silver kitten heels. He had a silver, bedazzled sceptre in his hand and his mom placed a tiara on his head. He then did a few twirls with a huge smile on his face.

"Look at me mommy! I'm a princess!" he said excitedly.

A disembodied male voice groaned, "Oh God."

That's when I lost it. I fell to the floor in laughter. Tears were streaming down my face and James' mom was just watching me with an amused smile. I was calming down a little when little James spoke again.

"Can I have sparkly lipgloss mommy?"

I nearly came undone again but I somehow managed to regain my composure and get up, off the floor. James' mom was laughing hard but nowhere near as hard as I was.

"Sierra?" I heard James call as he came into the house.

"In the kitchen!" I called back before scuttling to stand next to his mom behind the kitchen counter.

He came in and gave his mom and I a strange look as I was smiling wildly and she was muffling her laughter behind her hand. He looked confused before looking at the laptop screen and the look on his face is what unleashed more laughter from his mother and I. It was priceless.

"How do I go to the bathroom in a dress mommy?"

That was the last thing I heard before our laughter drowned out the rest of the video.