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Now that the class had ended, and without a way home directly after, Aurora still remained in her place and worked furiously at the sketch. It had to be perfect. She had no real idea why, or how, it had all come down to her drawing that particular person but...well. And the red head lived by one rule: Always finish what you start. With her earbuds securely in each ear, it wasn't long before everything else around her had completely faded out of existence. Her main focus was on this picture and this picture alone and-- Lord help her it was pissing her off! The eyes-- the lips-- the nose-- nothing was turning out right. And with her phone vibrating beside her, it made it even more difficult so she made the decision to take a break and check what exactly was so important for multiple texts. "You've got to be kidding me..." She breathed out on a sigh, narrowing her eyes and directing her anger towards the sketchbook as opposed to the message. That day had been far too long of a day.
Colette was exhausted. No more than that, she was defeated. School was taking its toll on her and the English essay she had worked so hard on, had been returned to her with a B-. Minus! She had pulled her first all-nighter on that! She had gotten bags over that essay and they were not designer. As she got into her limo, she shook her head and realized she didn't want to go home and face the family. Colette wanted some peace. "The retreat," she said to driver as she settled into the back. She took out her phone,checked Gossip Girl and turned on her iPod, gazing out the window moodily on the way over the bridge.
This place was an emergency. Somewhere she only went when she desperately needed an escape. After all, if she had to go to Brooklyn it must be serious. As the limo neared the art studio, she leaned forward and asked the driver to stop two blocks away. The limo came to a stop and Colette stepped out. A gust of cool wind whipped her curls around her head and caressed her skin. This wasn't home, but it was something like that.
She stopped to get some hot chocolate (Even though it wasn't Angelina's. She was desperate!), and sipped it as she opened the door to the art studio. It was quiet for a moment as she let a wave of calm come over her, and she walked further into the studio. She admired each work of art until she came upon a familiar redhead. Now she was annoyed. This was her place! "Aurora? What are you doing here?"
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She heaved a sigh while staring down at her phone, trying her best to figure out how to even reply. It was James's first day back at St. Constance. Even though they shared two classes, it was as if she'd barely seen him. He had come back because of her...right? Or that's what the red head wanted to tell herself anyways. And yet there she sat looking at what had to be an absolute joke. I might be a bit late-- worst case scenario I might not be able to come get you...
What was more important than the two of them spending time together? When Aurora had seen James again for the first time in six months, she'd thought it was honestly her mind playing tricks on her. And she'd smacked him several times to disprove that thought. But...clearly something was a higher priority. And clearly her mind wasn't wanting to let it go.
Aurora finally made the decision to force back any anger she was feeling, picked up her phone and sent off a reply. It's okay!~ Just let me know when you know for sure so I can get a ride ^^ ♥ She could only fake for so long, but seeing as the two of them had been separated as long as they had been...maybe he wouldn't notice. Just then her attention was drawn to the opening of a door and the muted sound of footsteps, whipping her head around to stare wide eyed at a clearly annoyed Colette. "Oh! Colette, hey!" She forced a bright tone, trying to somehow keep her peer's annoyance at bay. "My ride's late picking me up, so I thought I'd hang back and work on something after class."
Colette blinked, trying to compose herself after the surprise of seeing a fellow classmate here. Although she may not have raised her voice above what most people consider a conversational tone, she had been thoroughly shocked. Then even more so when she realized she allowed herself to feel shocked. She blinked once more and folded her arms. "Well, are you leaving soon? Because my hot chocolate can't get cold before I meditate." There was a pause as they both realized how uncomfortable their situation was. The air seemed to still for a moment and Colette remembered that this girl had never been anything less than sweet to her. So she took a step forward and tried to not sound so cold asking, "Am I allowed to see what you've got so far?"
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In the span of silence that followed, Aurora wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Was Colette even more annoyed that she wouldn't be left alone or--? Pale blue eyes widened when the other requested a peek at the drawing, leaving Aurora in a slight state of-- panic. It wasn't as if there was anyone in the school that didn't know who Tyson Wilson was, and she didn't want Colette to get the wrong idea. "Um, sure! It's just a rough sketch; I can't seem to get the eyes and mouth right just yet so it's a bit smudged," she explained before handing the notebook over to the other. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip then, curious as to what the other girl would think about the picture.
Colette held Aurora's gaze as she took the notebook. She inhaled as she let her vision sweep the page. She was looking at an actual work of art. Not that everything else wasn't- it was just that this drawing felt...alive. It was magical, for lack of a better word. For a moment Colette couldn't even think of what to say. She glanced back up at the redhead then, letting a small smile slip, "I think you got the eyes right." She handed the notebook back to Aurora. "Scratch that- really right. Perfect," she added. "You're good. How long have you been taking lessons?"
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Right then, she nearly melted back into her chair with relief. If only for her own sake, she truly wanted that picture to be perfect. Retrieving the notebook back from Colette, the red head offered up a grateful smile. "Thank you, I've been worrying about that all day." It took her several seconds to do the math, trying to pinpoint just how old she was when she'd began. "I think...about six or seven years now."
"It's paid off," Colette said and added a half smile. "He looks familiar," she said gesturing to the sketch. "Do I know him?"
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(( yes that'd be great. how about on the front steps?))
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The distance between the mall and the art studio wasn't all that great, resulting in Damien standing before the door in less than an hour. After his conversation with Colette, he'd needed yet another thing to keep his mind busy-- and lucky for him Aurora had texted him then. Can you please please pleeeeeease pick up something for me from the art studio? :((( One, the boy was never quite able to refuse a request from the 'princess'. And two, he would actually benefit from this in some way.
Pushing open the door and stepping inside, he was hit with the scent of drying paint and pencil shavings. Damien had only been to the studio a handful or so of times. With Aurora having her artwork on display several times, as well as picking her up with Caleb, Damien was somewhat use to the surroundings. He slowly moved further into the studio, eyes darting about to take in the various paintings and sculptures on display. Until his eyes landed on a girl standing in the gallery room. "Hey, uh, you know if anyone that works is around right?" He called out to her, keeping his voice low so as not to startle her or disturb the silence of the room.
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The boy hadn't been expecting an actual response. He took note of the several other people milling around the room, some shooting him annoyed looks for having been disturbed (even though his voice had just been barely above a whisper). But when the girl turned to him Damien had to blink a few times. She looked...somewhat familiar, leading him to the conclusion that she probably attended the same school. However, that wasn't what caused him to pause. It was her eyes. No, not the colour but-- something else deeper within that most wouldn't be able to see.
Quickly shaking his head, the boy picked up on a slight accent-- and his lips twitched with the effort of holding back a grin. Why was it that this idiot was so fascinated with people that had accents. He'd just blame Ashton and Reese for it later. Raising a hand to brush the dark fringe of his hair from his eyes, a quiet chuckled slipped past his lips. "Hmm...I'm supposed to be lookin' for someone specific," he mumbled just low enough for the other girl to be the only recipient of his words. "Ya know if there's a, uh...Ms. Crenshaw here?"
She smiled and sat down, wondering where thhey were going. She strained to hear what he said to the driver, bt couldn't hear him. "Ughhh, I hate/relle love surprises." She said glancing at him
He rolled his eyes and laughed. "You'll be fine Anastasia.
It's not bad." He said as they pulled up to the front to a building that looked like a cabin. The front had on display the owner's artwork and some of her kids.
"Here we are." He said as he got out, paid the driver and pulled his guitar case out.
It's not bad." He said as they pulled up to the front to a building that looked like a cabin. The front had on display the owner's artwork and some of her kids.
"Here we are." He said as he got out, paid the driver and pulled his guitar case out.
She stepped out and cprrected him. "Ana. You can call me Ana. This is an atrsy place." She grinned. "Do I get to draw?" Hyperly she looked at him.
He nodded. "Yea you get to draw. If that's what you want to do." He walked up to the porch and opened the door. Inside it was warm and a fire was in the center,
"Elijah." A woman came out from behind the counter and hugged him. "Is Iris with you today?"
EJ shook his head. "Who is this young lady Eligh?"
"Elijah." A woman came out from behind the counter and hugged him. "Is Iris with you today?"
EJ shook his head. "Who is this young lady Eligh?"
She raised her eyebrow when she heard his full name being used. She walked up to the woman and introduced herself witn a pleasant smile. "Anastasia Klios Garnet. Pleased to meet you ma'am."
"Ana, this is my Aunt Amelia, she owns this place."
Amelia hugged Elijah and laughed. "I'm Amy, Elijah."
"And I'm EJ."
Amelia hugged Elijah and laughed. "I'm Amy, Elijah."
"And I'm EJ."
She grinned. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Amy." She glanced at EJ who looked very cute at this moment, but thats besides the point.
EJ rolled his eyes and backed away from his Aunt. "So Amy, can I show her the upstars?" He asked.
"Of course you can, and you don't have to ask, show her your work. Let me get back to work." She went back behind the counter and started cooking and serving again.
"Of course you can, and you don't have to ask, show her your work. Let me get back to work." She went back behind the counter and started cooking and serving again.
She walked up to him. "Your an artist too? My my a man full of surprises." She smirked and looked around the place. It was wonderful area...wasnt as lonely and big as her house.
"Of course I am, my aunt owns this place." He said simply and made his way toward the stairway that was hidden in the back.
"This way, Ana." He said as he opened a door that was a picture of Harry Potter.
"This way, Ana." He said as he opened a door that was a picture of Harry Potter.
"Coming." She said and followed after him. She squealed when she saw the picture of Harry Potter. "Ahh! Its harry!"
((Sorry, my comment was deleted an hour ago...))
"Yea, my cousin drew that, she is in love with him. I think you should met her if you like him too." He laughed and closed the door. This was a part that not very many people got to see, the walls were covered in paintings of famous people that he and his cousins had drawn. Anyone famous was probably somewhere on this staircase.
"Yea, my cousin drew that, she is in love with him. I think you should met her if you like him too." He laughed and closed the door. This was a part that not very many people got to see, the walls were covered in paintings of famous people that he and his cousins had drawn. Anyone famous was probably somewhere on this staircase.
She stared in awe at all the paintings. "This...is truly beautiful..." she breathed looking at everything. He tuly was talented. She turned back to look at him, a look of complete surprise and awe on her face
"I didn't draw all if these, obviously I didn't draw Harry Styles or Zayn Malik. But I did draw Billie Armstrong, Danial Smith and Ryan Tedder. " He pointed to the three singers that were on the walls.
"Singers...naturally. but nonetheless, theyr all breathtaking." she said seriously,with a smile. This was honestly a first. Jesus, she had to get out more.
((Four lines, I'm trying, but thx for the reminder))
He pointed to pictures of all the One Direction members,
"One of my cousins really likes them, she is obsessed with them. Also she won't stop saying I look like Niall, which is really annoying." He said as they reached the top of the stairs, the top of the studio was his aunts house. Sort of, where they were was a display of art that he and his cousins had painted and drawn. Most of it was abstract in this room. m
"This is more art by the three of us."
"One of my cousins really likes them, she is obsessed with them. Also she won't stop saying I look like Niall, which is really annoying." He said as they reached the top of the stairs, the top of the studio was his aunts house. Sort of, where they were was a display of art that he and his cousins had painted and drawn. Most of it was abstract in this room. m
"This is more art by the three of us."
She looked at Niall then at him and looked at him closely taking him for real now. "Yup, you look like him alright." She grinned. "But i do not like One Direction. Bunch of girls in guy costumes, is what they are." She muttered and followed him up. She looked at the art, a slow smile spreading.
He rolled his eyes. "Gee thanks, cause I don't hear that from Yaz enough." He said as he set his guitar case under the table and sat on the multicolored couch. "Most of the ones in here are Yasmine's and Haley's art. But Jade painted that one." He pointed to a pictured that looked like it was a flower falling apart. None of the ones in here were his, his were all people or real things.
"Sorry, i won't say it." She smirked. "Often." She looked at picture he was pointing at. "Now i feel like an amateur. No, like a three year old compared to you people." She sighed and took out her phone, biting her lip, after reading the email. No, not now. Ill do it later. She thought to herself. Not leaving now
He smirked. "That's the only thing Jade has painted, that's why it's in here. Aunt Amalia wants Jade to love art, but Jade doesn't. She hates it." He sighed, all Jade does is play sports. She's the odd one out of the family, and she knows that. "But she liked painting that." He remembered how happy she was to finish it. But that was a long time ago.
"She is a very good artist. She doesn't have to like it. It could be a spur. Anyway, she seems like an amazing person. Guess it runs in the family." She grinned at her subtle flirt. She didnt flirt very often, and she tried not to, but sometimes it just slipped. It wasnt like she wanted him to think she was flirting. She just needed to shut up right now.
He shook his head. "She's a basketball player, and softball, volleyball and swimmer. She is no artist anymore ." He said sourly. He loved his sister, but she was never there for him.
"She's really good at sports, while all of us are artists."
He opened another door, and grabbed another painting.
This one of a girl with dark hair and him.
"This is her, Iris."
"She's really good at sports, while all of us are artists."
He opened another door, and grabbed another painting.
This one of a girl with dark hair and him.
"This is her, Iris."
