Pink Skies

PART 12

PART 12

            It’s steadily been growing warmer over the past two days and now the roads are clear of snow, only a gray sludge remaining on the sides. Seth is out, claiming to take up as much of the snow as he can because it won’t be here for much longer, but I really know he’s out trying to take up as much of George as he can, and Dad is at work. Mom is in the middle of a project and it’s when she’s in one of these retreat-type things that I know now to bother her and to listen to everything she tells me to do. So when she tells me to go out and buy some groceries, and I can’t do anything but.

            Sighing, I throw my bag and notebook in the back of the car before getting into the driver’s seat and turning the key in the ignition. Even though Seth has been procrastinating on getting his license, he claims that the car isn’t mine, we share it.

            The car’s heater is loud and the air that comes out of it smells like clay and I don’t know how I feel about it. Hearing my phone vibrate, I glance down at it resting in the cup holder, and when I look back up, I slam on the breaks. No other than Isaac is walking across the street and he turns to look at me, camera heavy around his neck. I don’t know why, but it’s just so weird to see him doing something so mundane as crossing the street. Maybe it’s because I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve drawn him as an angel.

            Cursing, I peer at the rear view mirror to check if there’s a car behind me—there isn’t—before watching with wide eyes as Isaac grins and walks towards me. He gestures for me to roll down the window, and I do. “You’re a brilliant driver,” he says and I mutter for him to shut up. “Where you going?” He rests his arms on the gaping window, leaning his head into the car slightly. We are insanely close and I blink a few times and turn my head away painstakingly, staring straight ahead at the houses in front of the car. His breath is warm on my cheek.

            “Grocery shopping. According to Mom we’ve run out of food. Where are you going?” Isaac laughs, eyes amused as they watch me.

        “What, did you think I live in the forest? I walk there. But I guess my subject’s not coming today, then, huh? Were you ever going to tell me?” He doesn’t sound the slightest bit peeved.

        “Sorry.”

        “Nothing to apologize for,” he grins disarmingly and walks out in front of the car to the other side.

        “What are you doing?” I ask.

        “I have nothing to photograph if you’re not there. I might as well come.”

        “What are you talking about? You have the entire forest to photograph.”

        “Sure, but except for not, Vincent. You’re more than a forest. You’ve set the standards too high.”

        “Oh.”

// i've got an important question for you guys: do you want a cast? bc i am pretty sure that i know who i want to cast, but i always feel a bit iffy about casting short stories. SO COMMENT BELOW, YES OR NO.

some arctic monkeys to the side for u hot people (Baby I'm Yours).

dedicated to drew (@arendelle) for her beautiful writing.

butyeah thanks so much for reading nova fucking loves you. 

- nova. //