cityboy and farmgirl~bughead

chapter 6

I smiled at her, "you got the painting" I said in awe while slowly grabbing it from her. Staring at it, it feels like I can stare at it for hours. And maybe it's weird because it's my dad, but it just means a lot that my mom made it, and that I can give it back to my dad.

Because that's all i want to fo with it. I want to give it back to dad.

"Of course I do. And you're right, I shouldn't call her by the name. I don't even know her" she said softly while placing her free hand on my shoulder.

I smiled a little at her and nod my head,  "no I'm sorry, you just wanted to do something for me...i just, I have a hard time letting people in" I said to her and maybe it's just me but her smile grew even bigger.

"This grumpy. This was the first time you were real with me" she said to me and I could hear the happines in her voice and the joy in her eyes. She was excited I was finally letting her in.

"So how did you get it annyways?" I ask her, still looking at it in awe. She shrugged and smiled at me, "well she is the grandma from Archie, and I know her my entire kife. She bakes really good muffins by the way. And when you walked away she asked me why you were upset so I explained it to her.

Then she said she got the painting years ago, on a flee market. A woman with raven black hair and a beautiful smile sold it to her, she saod that she found the eyes so pretty. So she needed to have it, when she heard it means much more to you then to her she admidietly gave it. Oh and the notebook is free!" She said her tone excited.

But i wasn't excited. I was terriefied.
Terriefied to lose someone again, to see someone walk out of a door again and not seeing them ever back again. Scared of seeing another car in a river with a dead body inside, a body that ones was my mother.

People say that living in fear is one of the worst things that you can do to yourself. But I don't think that's treu, just living in general is one of the worst things that you can do for yourself.

Soon we made our way to icecream shop. "So are you gonna tell me why you bought all that paint?" I ask her curiously while I look at those bottles, all different bright colours.

"Because your going to teach me how to paint" she said casually, like it was no big deal. But it defiently was a big deal.

I stop dead in my tracks and look at her, "no" I say simply while looking at her with my eyebrows raised. She does not just decide this because she wants too. And I don't paint annymore, after mom died I stopped

"Why not. I always wanted to paint and you're a painter" she said to me while begging me to do it with her pleadinga nd desparate eyes that were staring at my soul.

"One I'm not a painter. Two I don't paint annymore. So not gonna happen" I said starting to walk again.

"But I've always wanted to paint. Because when I was 9 years old, there was this kid in my class named julian. Oh by the way I love the name Julian, I always wanted to name my son Julian. But not annymore because of that annoying kid called Julian. Wait I was busy with that story.

So I was 9 years old and I painted a small bleu house and it was a beautiful painting. But then he stole it and all the attention went to him. So I never go to learn annything in paint class because Julian was the only kid that got attention."

Why has it always to be this big story. Nothing can go into one simple yes or no, because aperiently the whole storyis always very imporant. Spoiler alert, is never is.

"Well i'm sorry. But I say no" I said not giving in on her. And dam she is presistant.

I still remember the first painting me and my mom made together, she made the backround and I painted a big castle. She made a princes in it, and a dragon fly above her. I made the trees and flowers at the bottom, and soon we were done.

And I saw my mom look at my with pride in her eyes, and not because I just made something that looked decent. No sje was peoud because I did something I really loved to do, because I wanted to learn and get better and not give up. Oh and she was proud because I made roses, and she absolutely loved roses.

We used to have them infront of our house, and if she was forced to choose between JB, me and dad or the roses...it would've been a hard pick.

"why not. come on, I really want to learn it and your amazing'' she said while stepping infront of me and staring at me with puppy eyes. pleading me too help her.

I groan loudly before looking down, ''fine. but we will do it at my house and at 1 in the afternoon, no early morning things'' I said to her, giving into her. what can I say, I'm a sucker for her puppy eyes.

she smiled widely and gave me another quick hug, ''thank you! I promise you, you will not regret this grumpy''

we walk towards the icecream shop and soon were ordering. Betty orderd a cone with the flavour strawberry and bubblegum, I choos plain chocalot because that's Always good.

we took a seat at one of the free booths, the painting next to me on a seat and my new notebook still next to Betty and he paint too. ''you see I Always order strawberry because it's so fresh and sweet. did you know that I absolutely sweets, I would eat annything if it's sweet. well everything except watermelon. it's not candy but still sweet, and it's gross. i don't understand how, people can eat it. the song from Harry Styles is cool tho, everything he does is cool.''

and she was gone in her ramblings again. she started with strawberry icecream and ended with harry styles, how? I have no idea. sometimes I just wanna climb in her head and see what is going on in there, because I have no Idea.

soon a timer went off and saw that it was Betty's Phone. she closed it and smiled at me, ''we need to go'' seh said before standing up and grabbing her paint the notebook and her icecream that she almost finished.

''uhm why?'' I ask her confused while standing up myself and carefully grab the painting. ''well fluffy needs a cuddle at least 5 times a day'' she explained casually.

i let out a small laugh and look at her in disbelieve, ''you wanna leave because you need to cuddle your goat'' I said starting to laugh even louder, she is ridicilous.

maybe tough she was going to be sad that I was laughing at her. or becasue I'm laughing about her pet goat, but she didn't got upset or sad or angry. she got happy, she was smiling at me and soon she started laughing with me.

and for the first time what felt like a long time, I actually felt happines in this moment. I didn't miss my mom for a second, I didn't listen to my urdering toughts or too annything else that's going on in my brain.

i'm just with grazy Betty, in the middle of a icecream shop, laughing like weirdos. but we both don't care, the only thing we care about in this small but happy momet is each other.

I care for her...I like her.

I like the grazy goat girl...

oh god please help me.

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