Alive Again (Sequal to Everything Will Be Okay) **Complete**
Chapter 7: The Artist
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Annabell P.O.V
I walk up the road in the summer breeze. I will do just as Andy has told me to, Because if all I need to do is make life better for the one person I completely hate better. I can try right? I feel bitter towards Ashley, though I find myself walking up his steps.
I hesitate before knocking. Is it really worth it? Anything is worth my Andy. I knock three loud bitter knocks. I hear scurrying, then the knob twists. I see a woman appear. I get memories of Andys mothers first warm welcome when she invites me in and calls for Ashley.
I see him run quickly down the stairs, he looks confused when he sees me standing there “Anna?” He says “What are you doing here?”.
I cringe “Annabell” I warn, Is it that hard to call me by my name? I nod “I don’t know. Lonely. Wanna hang out?”
“Sure” He says surprised, “Enter the layer” He says.
I climb the stairs to his house and enter his room. Its nice. But certainly not was what I was expecting. His room is covered in paint, art, and colors. the only thing that is not plastered in watercolor is his bass and other instruments.
“You like art?” I say obviously stating the obvious.
“Nope” He says putting his newly paint covered brushed in a cup of pastel purple covered water “Not at all, You?”
“Never tried” I say.
“Well, you're about to” He smiles “Im doing a big painting on this wall right here” He says pointing to the better half of his room, He hands me a big bucket of pastel blue paint “If your here, Your helping”.
“And if I don’t want to?” I say.
“Then I guess you're really not that lonely, Huh?” He says.
I forcefully take the brush from his hand with a mocking smirk. He smiles. I start to brush paint everywhere “Hey!” He yells taking my hand and correcting me “Nice clean strokes, If you skribble paint everywhere the background will be rough, And its hard to paint on a rough background” He says. Naturally, I do what he says. I know nothing about art and its tricks. But I'm guessing he does.
“So dont you like hate me?” He says with a cocky smirk .
I look at him with a silly smile “Yes, Yes I do”.
Annabell P.O.V
I walk up the road in the summer breeze. I will do just as Andy has told me to, Because if all I need to do is make life better for the one person I completely hate better. I can try right? I feel bitter towards Ashley, though I find myself walking up his steps.
I hesitate before knocking. Is it really worth it? Anything is worth my Andy. I knock three loud bitter knocks. I hear scurrying, then the knob twists. I see a woman appear. I get memories of Andys mothers first warm welcome when she invites me in and calls for Ashley.
I see him run quickly down the stairs, he looks confused when he sees me standing there “Anna?” He says “What are you doing here?”.
I cringe “Annabell” I warn, Is it that hard to call me by my name? I nod “I don’t know. Lonely. Wanna hang out?”
“Sure” He says surprised, “Enter the layer” He says.
I climb the stairs to his house and enter his room. Its nice. But certainly not was what I was expecting. His room is covered in paint, art, and colors. the only thing that is not plastered in watercolor is his bass and other instruments.
“You like art?” I say obviously stating the obvious.
“Nope” He says putting his newly paint covered brushed in a cup of pastel purple covered water “Not at all, You?”
“Never tried” I say.
“Well, you're about to” He smiles “Im doing a big painting on this wall right here” He says pointing to the better half of his room, He hands me a big bucket of pastel blue paint “If your here, Your helping”.
“And if I don’t want to?” I say.
“Then I guess you're really not that lonely, Huh?” He says.
I forcefully take the brush from his hand with a mocking smirk. He smiles. I start to brush paint everywhere “Hey!” He yells taking my hand and correcting me “Nice clean strokes, If you skribble paint everywhere the background will be rough, And its hard to paint on a rough background” He says. Naturally, I do what he says. I know nothing about art and its tricks. But I'm guessing he does.
“So dont you like hate me?” He says with a cocky smirk .
I look at him with a silly smile “Yes, Yes I do”.
Notes
Short chapter :( I know. But its the holidays. Busy Bee. When school starts again on thursday there will be more longer chapters! I promise.
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Thank you again darling :)
3/9/14