'Please don't leave me in here all by myself. It's so boring and there's nothing to do. Besides, I think we should get to know each other better.' She smiled hopefully.
One on One - Romance - So very cliche because I need it right now
"I won't, I won't. I'll get my first day out of class." There was an odd feeling in his stomach that the butterflies seemed to cover. "So, what would you like to know about me?"
'Anything really. Interests, hobbies, friends, whatever. And whatever you say, I'll explain about myself.' She got lost in his eyes handing him the paper, her gaze freezing on his own, trapped.
Oh, galaxies. Her eyes were spectacular. Even with the bruises and cuts around them, they still lit up with a light that mimicked the stars above. He continued to look at her as he began to explain himself. "Well, I mean, I love to read about stars and space and stuff, but I'm guessing you already knew that. Photography I guess could be counted." That was an understatement. If he could afford to get a nice camera, he would. "But I mean, I'm not that much into anything else." Except you. "Zavian's my only really good friend. I think that's it. Now your turn."
Oh my God I'd kiss you right now if I could. 'Well, let's just start at the beginning. My parents were killed when I was a baby, so I live with my two older sisters. amy (the most wonderful woman in the world)'s 25, Lillian's 19. I'm really into drawing, but I'm better at landscapes than people. Night skies are my favorite. So many different colors and shapes. Every night is a bit different.' She shook her head, she needed to get over her random rants. 'I'm a reader, I'll read anything and everything 4,000 times. My sister's think it's an issue. I've known Julianna since 4th grade and she's the only person that stuck by me while the rest of my high school career was abandoned by the growing rumor that I was a druggie. Don't know how that started. But yeah, that's me.'
And I love all of it.
He was smiling so hard, his cheeks hurt. "That's amazingly cool. Not the druggie part, really everything else the books and stuff you know?" She seemed like the person he could love on a daily basis. Someone who could just forget that he was just "star boy", obsessed with staying up every night just to watch the stars. Or maybe she'd like that.
She dug through her messenger bag and pulled out a sketchbook, flipping to a gorgeous night sky, shadowed by trees but still beautiful. 'I drew this last night, I was too nervous to sleep.'
He took the drawing into his hands, mouth dropping open. "This is amazing. You captured, like, everything perfectly! I just, wow!" He could feel himself smiling really hard. "Wow."
She smiled a little. 'Meh. Some of the shading is a little off and I used my felt tip pens instead of gel so the texture is getting on my nerves but yeah, it's kind of good.'
"Kind of?!" He looked to her. "This is more than amazing! Like, I'm not joking! Because you know how you have those people you tell them it's good and it's not and it's a mess to be honest- point is, it's not one of those times. It's so amazing, I can't explain." You can't even form your words now. Great.
(I'mma pretend this is Friday rather than Monday for a very good reason. First day can be a Friday, shush.)
'Well…I usually do my canvas paintings over the weekend so they have enough time to dry. Maybe you'd like to come watch tomorrow?' She smiled shyly. She never let anyone watch her paint, not even her sister's. But she trusted him. She was bringing him into her safe space. She just hoped he'd accept the invitation in.
(XD It's chill)
He sat there for moment. "You'd…Let me watch?" Of all the artists he knew, most, if not all, were very careful with who they let see their work.
She nodded, her shy smile going nervous. 'Drawing or painting is where I'm the most, well, myself. I thought maybe you'd like to see it.'
"I'd love to see you- uh paint. Right, yeah pain. I mean, I want to see you, but that probably sounds weird right? But I just. Yeah." He could feel his cheeks still red.
Oh I'm going to regret doing this. She stared up at him for a few seconds and before she could back out of her decision, reached up, grabbed him by the collar, and tugged him down into a kiss.
Whoa.
At first, he was just stiff. He couldn't breathe. He snapped back into reality, closing his eyes, and gently moving his hands to hold her face in his hands. He moved cautiously, not wanting to hurt her.
Gosh goodness gracious and stars above. She kissed me. She kissed me.
She was nervous, obviously. She had fully expected him to yank back and reject her but he hadn't. She relaxed slowly, letting his touch be an anchor to reality. His lips were soft and warm, a comfort in her frozen world, his touch careful and slow, less like he was scared of her and more like he didn't want to drop a precious diamond. A gentleness that she wasn't used to.
He continued the kiss for a few more seconds before gently breaking away. Every part of him begged him to stay and keep a hold of her, but he was confused. "I- wait. This is going to perfectly and I just. What does this mean now? Cause I mean, we just met each other, but I don't want to unmeet you." His eyes darted around a little bit. He couldn't help but feel this was a mistake. "But you do realize I'm not the great, one and only Zavian, right? I just, I'm 'star boy' who's completely obsessed with the night sky. I'm that classroom goody two shoes that is clubsy and can't stop rambling for the life of me and I don't know, I mean, I just. I'll. Yeah, I don't or I do, I can't tell."
She chuckled lightly. He was too cute. "One question at a time." Her voice was rough and slightly raw but at least she could speak. "I realize you're not Zavian. And that's why I like you. You're different. Like me. And to be fair, the art girl and the star boy? Seems almost too perfect." "Ives!!" She heard Lillian call. "Looks my that's my cue to go." She pressed a final quick kiss to his lips and dropped a small piece of paper into his lap. "I'll see you tomorrow, my star boy." She smiled, grabbed her bag and walked out. The note was small but simple. '47 California Lane. 11:30. See you then ❤️'
He sat there for a moment, rereading the note in hand before standing up and running to the door to watch her leave. She slowly got out of view, and he leaned back against the door frame. His eyes closed. 'Seems almost too perfect.'
(Shall we skip to Saturday or you got other plans?)
(We can skip, I don't have anything else.)
(Unless you want Jackson to rant to Zavian about Ivy which would be fluffy and adorable.)
(Oh my gosh yeeeessssszaskjd;sldkfj)
"Jackson, what the heck, man?" Zavian was walking down the hall to him. "Why'd you just leave me like that?" Jackson was still leaned up against the door frame, silently staring off in the distance. He wished there were stars. Maybe then he could think through all these emotions. Zavian shook him a bit. "You okay there?" Jackson snapped up. "Oh my gosh, I like her." Zavian was obviously confused. "Huh?"
"I really really like her! And she like me! Or I think she does!" He began to pace around the room " I mean, she kissed me, so that's gotta mean something right? And the heart on the note-" he held it up, rereading it "-It's like, a heart! For me!" He spun back around to Zavian. "Not you! It's me!" He couldn't stop ranting. "Gosh, every bit of me feels like it's burning when she's near, like she's her own little star that shines brighter than all the rest and all the darkness that's ever been! I just! I really like her!"
Lillian turned to Ivy and stopped. "Explanation. Now." "I got into a fight. They were attacking Jules I had to do something." "Yeah I got that part, I meant the guy." "Oh, Jackson?" "Yes! The star nerd in the office with you!" Lillian wore a knowing smirk as Ivy blushed. "I may or may not have…a tiny… miniscule…major crush on him." "Ahhhh! I knew this day would come!" She squished her little sister into a hug. "Lil! There's people around!" "Right, right, let's get you home." She grabbed her arm and tugged her out to the car.
Zavain just stood there, leaning against the door frame and smirking as Jackson continued to rant about how his heart was racing. "I mean, SHE KISSED ME and I'm not even sure what now because of all this is just making everything turn in a way I never expected it to! She chose me and I would choose her in the heartbeat my heart skipped every time she pulled me closer with- I know I'm stupid and in love and ranting because I'm nervous, but I don't know what to do." He finally turned back around to Zavian, catching his breath slowly.
"First, dude. Chill out. Like, seriously." A light chuckle came from him. "Second," he took the note that Jackson held, "You're going to go tomorrow. And try not to die from lack of oxygen. Alright?"
He nodded. "Yeah, okay."
Lillian burst in the door with Ivy in tow. "Ivy has a crush!!" "WHAT!?" amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) popped out from the kitchen with a shocked look. Ivy punched Lillian in the shoulder. "Shut up!" "Oh my god, who??" amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) smiled excitedly. "No one!" "The star dork." "Jackson?" "No!" "Yes!" "Lil!" Lillian stuck her tongue out at her younger sister and smiled. "Whatever! Also, since you're sooo interested, he's coming over tomorrow." "Wait what?!" They both looked at her, surprised. "Yeah, I invited him to come watch me paint." "You don't even let us watch you paint!" "I know. But I like him." "Hey!" amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) pouted. Ivy shrugged and headed up the stairs to her room, pausing at her door. "By the way, I may or may not have kissed him." She closed the door behind her and listened to her sisters' yells of surprise.
(YEEESSSSS shall we skip?)
(Heck yeah! You can start.)
(Cooliosis my dude)
Jackson had gotten up early just to get ready. He stood in front of the mirror to make sure he looked okay. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah, I think so," Amelia responded. She brushed her long, brown hair out of her face.
"I think so?" "You've been doing this since seven. You're fine." "Are you sure?" "Just go!" "Okay okay."
He gathered his things and started to the door. The master bedroom was cracked open a little enough to see his mom still sitting on the bed motionless. He gently knocked on the door. "Mom?" No response. "I'm gonna go now." Still nothing. "To a girl's house. To watch her paint." Still absolutely no response. He sighed and turned around.
"You sure you're okay by yourself?" His little sister came around the corner. "Yeah, I'm fine. Now, go!" She practically pushed him out the door and slammed it behind him.
She'd been up at 6 like she was every day. She loved to watch the sunrise. It had only been a couple of hours but she had her music blasting and her painting started. She wore an old pair of paint splattered blue jeans and an equally paint splattered button down faded blue shirt rolled up to her elbows. She tied her hair back into a bun and stuck a pencil and pen through it. Her arms and face were covered in different colors of paint, a spare paintbrush tucked behind her ear. The canvas she was working on stood in the center of the room, giving her enough room to work without getting paint everywhere.