The Creating Generation discussion

Leah walked in, Jane and Em in hand. The rest of her tools were in her faded black bag on her shoulder.
She strolled through aimlessly. The gallery was stunning and nicely but eerily quiet.
She stood back, startled, seeing a women tracing her fingers over a Cassatt painting depicting a young child with her grandmother. The peach blossoms in the painting were spectacular.
"Hello," Leah whispered, not wanting to startle her.

Andrew jumped off the horse, a grin on his face as he put his hands securely around her waist, and lifted Iris down.

Adrew hurried after Iris, looking at her in confusion. "Who was that?" he asked.

Andrew widened his eyes in admiration. "Talented, though!" he said, walking around. "So, what do you do here?"

Andrew was awe-struck. "These are amazing! You sure you did these?" he joked, still gazing at the art.

Andrew continued to look around, before coming back to the desk where he pulled out the other chair, and asked, "So, what do we do now?"

Andrew smiled at shook his, tut-tutting playfully. "Well, I'm here," he said as if that settled the matter, but with a playful gleam in his eye. "So, do you want to play a game like 20 questions?"

"Well, it's pretty simple. We both ask each other 10 questions each to get to know each other. I'll start. Who's your favourite author, other than myself," he said with a laugh, wondering if his nervousness was showing as he made up for it with humour.

Andrew mocked a confused look and said, "Umm...I like the singing shows like X-factor and The Voice. How old were you when you first kissed a boy?" he said with a cheeky smile.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair nervously. He was worried that she would hate him. "Really young...10," he said finally itching his arm. "Longest time you've held your breath?" he said nervously, trying to supress his laughter at the weirdness of that question.

Andre replied, "Easy. Ever since I could write. Mum was so certain I'd be a model, but nope, was never interested in that stuff. When did you make your first sculpture?"

Andrew smiled. "I wish I could've seen the looks on your parents faces! Were they mad or proud?" but he had probably already guessed.

"Thought so," he laughed. Suddenly, he did something so unexpected he surprised himself. He leant over and kissed Iris lightly on the lips.

Andrew blushed. "I'm sorry, you're just so different from all the other girls, and I really like you..." giving speeches wasn't his best skill, and he blushed even more.

Andrew shook his head. "You're definitely not a fling. And when I mean different, I mean you are better, nicer, kinder and prettier than everyone else. And I only kissed at ten on a dare," he laughed awkwardly.

Andrew smiled and nodded. "Really." He felt awkward but happy about the kiss.

Andrew nodded enthusiastically. "That would be great! You might even get to hold a snake," he said with a cheeky smile, getting to his feet and walking to the door, holding it open for her.

Andrew got on behind Iris before leaning over, his lips brushing her ear softly. "I live at 21 Arawa Rd," he whispered softly in her ear before drawing back, the smell of her pink hair lingering in his mind.

Andrew kissed softly back before gently taking her hands in his and steering them out of the way of a bike rider with a cheeky smile on his face.

Andrew felt his tense muscles relax, and he happily put his chinon the top of her baby pink hair, still holding her hands and steering the horse towards his massive mansion.

(So, to Andrew's house?)

((Ikr? :3 Well, seeya at Andrew's place!))