"I'm going to hand paint you a t-shirt of my favorite artist, Basquiat", Gabrielle declared an hour later as she twirled across her studio to go get more paint.
"Who's Basquiat?," Mick wanted to know.
Mick stared deeply after her, waiting for a response, while Gabrielle swayed across the room, swinging a can of old house paint. She was so fucking cute he almost couldn't stand it. His heart hammered inside his chest as he craned his neck to get a good look at her before she returned. He had never ever in his twenty-seven years on earth felt so completely blown away by a girl.
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Seated on the couch, Mick watched on as Gabrielle contentedly poured paint into a container on the floor where her knees poked out of an old pair of ripped overalls. Without makeup on and seated in a crouched position she looked just like a small child on the carpet at school. She was so innocent. Totally Untouched by other guys around town and completely unbothered. At the thought, he felt a strange pain in chest; like he had just been sucker punched. He wanted to protect her.
"What the fuck was this?," he wondered as his eyes involuntarily misted. "Jesus Christ, was he feeling sentimental over her or some shit now?" Mick turned away sharply. "Don't go fucking falling in love with her," he reminded himself.
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When the t-shirt was finished, Mick snatched it out of her hands to examine the texture more carefully, where , for the first time, that he found himself actually admiring ther choppy painting style. Under the yellow light of the kitchen he noticed how the globs of black and white paint mixed together in such a way that the surface of the painting itself created its own shadows and hues. Huh, Maybe art doesn't have to be anime style to be cool after all, he pondered.
Once the shirt had fully dried he put it on in the kitchen before pulling her into a hug and whispering, "Gabrielle, You're my favorite," in her ear. From there he decided to brave it and went in for his first kiss, when out of nowhere Gabrielle backed away, and tossed her hair teasingly. He'd almost forgotten what a prude she was known to be. She's a good fucking tease he thought to himself.
There was no denying she had him under her spell, but he didn't want to wake up quite yet. Stepping back under the dim kitchen lights, Mick took in her artsy beauty once more and shook his head in mock indignation.
"Damn girl," he said with bravado, "you're Mean".
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