"Hey, Ms. (L/n)," said a woman in her mid twenties, "I saw a painting you had on your website, and I don't believe it is in your store, but I was wondering if you still had it?"
You looked up at the woman from where you were sitting at the counter. She had a stroller with a little boy in it. "Um, yes I do actually. It is at my house. If you want, I'll bring it back here tomorrow and I could, uh, maybe, give you a call."
The woman only nodded and told you her name and number, you writing it down on a note pad. The women left, while telling her son to calm down.
You lived in Los Angelas, selling your artwork for a living. You even had your own store called (store name). It was actually a pretty good little business you had. All you did all day, every day, was paint. You painted everything, well not everything, but practically.
You tended to your last few customers, then walked out the door and locking up, your keys jingling.
You got in your car, started it and drove off into the traffic. And when you get home, you instantly start working on your next painting.
It was a picture of the Eiffel Tower under the stars with a field of roses in front. It was meant to be a romantic type of drawing for couples. Or maybe just Eiffel Tower lovers who just happen to love roses also.
The paint smeared perfectly together, the sky was a dark shade of blue with white and lighter blue stars and a crescent moon. The Eiffel Tower was a bronze color which complimented the sky. The roses were a darker red since it was night in the picture.
You currently were going to college for a degree in art. Art was practically your life. (If it's not, then... I don't know)
Maybe art could take you different places one day.
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A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)
FanfictionYou moved to LA when you turned 22 to sell your art. You're in an abusive relationship, but you don't know it yet. What will happen when you meet Markiplier? You've never seen his videos before. But maybe he'll make a difference in your life. @quazy...
