where it went wrong [short story]

"If I could, I would just live in a huge gallery, where I get to create and watch art all day. That would be my ultimate dream. Just me, you and a can of paint"

"Me? I'm honoured", Lisa chuckled playfully.
"Of course. I couldn't do painting without you, Lisa", Jennie mumbled, the statement making the butterflies in Lisas stomach go crazy.
"Of course you could"
"No way. What would I draw?"
Lisa sat up so she was resting on her elbows.
"You would draw me ?"

Jennie opened her eyes to meet her best friends gaze.

"Lisa, I'm always drawing you. You just have to take a proper look"