Behind The Mask
The blue,purple,magenta,and black colors mixed In perfect swirls forming the spacey sky. White and yellow little dots that faded out were placed in different spots to form stars.
At the bottom of the painting were two black figures I assume shadows. One shadow was on one side while the other was on the opposite side. And in between the people were red streaks and orange flames.
The painting seemed like it was showing how two people who wanted or needed each other couldn't get to one another because of the massacre and problem in front of them, they would have to figure out a way around it to be together. And the sky would lead them around and bring them together. It was memorizing and captivating.
"That's pretty" Meagan's high voice said from beside me.
I nodded in response still observing the painting.
"I'm hungry I think I'm going to get something to eat, you coming?" She asks turning away.
"Uh I will in a bit" I still wanted to look at some other paintings before I would have to go to the second floor and eat.
I loved every painting I saw and admired the work, trying to figure out each stroke and the meaning behind the painting. But each meaning was different to the viewer in my opinion so I kept creating different meanings.
After 30 minutes of walking in circles to look at the same paintings over and over again I decide I would join Meagan upstairs where the food and music were held.
Walking up the stairs was a battle, heels just weren't my thing. I enjoyed being closer to the ground honestly.
Once at the top I walked over to a mini bar looking around for my blonde friend. I soon found her but she was talking to some guy so I didn't bother approaching her.
I helped myself to sliced up pineapple and a few grapes. Once I finished I set the plate down, I wanted to check out the rest of the paintings up here.
As soon as I turn around and toke step forward my foot hit the back of my other and I feel forward colliding with a waiter who was balancing a tray of champagne in one hand.
Falling forwards on my stomach, the glasses came crashing to the floor around me and the sparkling liquid flying up into the air and then came pouring down, most of the liquid landing on me. I was beyond embarrassed and flipped myself over so I was sitting up.
The music stopped and all conversation as well. Everyone looked over at me. My cheeks instantly heat up because I'm now the center of attention. Meagan comes rushing over to me and I take off my heels kicking them towards her.
"I hate fucking heels" I whisper to myself. Meagan reaches for my hands which I gladly take. Then I hear a loud laugh coming from behind me. I don't bother to turn around because I just wanted to get to the bathroom.
When I pushed open the doors I walked over to the mirrors to examine myself. The liquid hand landed on my shoulders, my hair, and some on my dress dripping onto my legs.
Everything was well before this, but this wasn't going to ruin my night. Maybe tomorrow I'll laugh about this. I rinsed strands of hair, taking a damp paper towel I rubbed it on my legs and shoulders to get rid of the sticky feeling. The dress had dried itself by now, so I didn't look to bad.
When I met up with Meagan again the music and all conversations were back. The mess I had created gone, I grabbed the shoes from Meagan so she didn't have to hold them but I was definitely not putting them back on again.
"That was hilarious" a accented voice floats in the air from beside me.
I brake out of my trance of the painting And I turn my head.
The boy that had sat next to me on the bus is here, next to me again.
His green eyes lighter now and his hair pushed to the side. He was dressed in a black suit and black dress shoes.
"No, it was embarrassing" I correct him, it probably was funny but I didn't want to think about my incident in front of so many people.
"You should've seen the look on your face! It was priceless" he says laughing.
Can he leave? God.
"Mhm ok." I say trying to regain my focus on the beautiful painting in front of me.
"What's your name?" He asks with a small smile.
"Grace. You?"
"Harry"
That's a nice name for a cute boy. What am I saying? Stop it.
I look to my other side surprised to see Meagan gone. She left me, that poophead.
"You like art or something?" Harry asks waving a hand in front of my face.
I sho it away with a itty bitty smile.
"Yes, why else would I be here?"
"For the food maybe" he says with a serious look then breaks into laugher
"I'm just kidding, the art displays here are breath taking"
Finally something he says I can agree on.
I nod and look around before meeting his gaze.
"You look nice" he winks and then a boy with Black hair jumps to his side and pushes him.
"Harry!" The boy with hazel eyes says. Dang he was hot. What part of town was I at?
"What?" Harry says pushing the boy he clearly knows.
"Niall's tipsy if you know what I mean" he chuckles and then looks over at me.
"And you are?"
