Seeing You

Spending Time with You

Arabella- "Wait so your mom is Nancy?!" I stared at him still not believing what I was seeing. He nodded back slouching against the door frame, a smirk lining his mouth. I couldn't help but quickly assess his form. He was wearing scruffy jeans, and had on a white shirt that was covered in... grease stains? He also had on an unzipped gray jacket and ratty sneakers. His light brown hair was messy and his cheekbones caught the late afternoon light filtering into the room. How could someone so annoying be so attractive? Regaining my trail of thought I forced a glare onto my face.

"That's not possible, because how could someone so nice be related to someone, well.." I paused for effect and let the distaste show on my face, "not so nice." If I was waiting for a reaction, I didn't get one. He merely widened his smirk and stood up straighter.

"Well, I could say the same thing. My mom said you were, nice.." then copying my pause, he stepped closer and flicked a wayward wisp of hair off my shoulder, " and pretty." I froze up a bit at his closeness. I could see a smatter of freckles on his nose and a little scar that went through his eyebrow. His eyes were trained directly at the center of my face and I saw his Adam's apple bob. Then he stepped back. I tried to keep my cool.

"Screw you Knight, I'm not in the mood for your bi polarness and rude comments right now." I spun around and huffily reached for the paintbrush. I had just grasped it when a hand ripped it from mine.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He said angrily, and I, just as angrily, turned back towards him.

"It means I have never been anything but nice to you and your just impolite. I'm not asking you to be my best friend but do you have to be so passive aggressive all the time!" I responded my voice rising slightly.

"Is this about the whole study thing, because I honestly didn't think you'd care that much." The mere mention of him blowing me off the other day made me even angrier.

"Oh believe me I don't care what you do with your time, it just would have been nice not to have been lied to. It's your own problem if you don't understand why that would piss me off!

"Oh no, did the prom queen not get the attention she wanted, did I make the mistake of not clearing my schedule for you your highness. I didn't realize I was obligated to tell you everything." He snarked back. By now I was seeing red.

"It's not about telling me all your shit, it's just having common decency!"

"Whatever princess. Here." He thrust his hand out towards me. Never before had I considered being called princess an insult, but te way he said it definitely changed my mind on that. Looking down I saw a mug and my brush he had taken clutched in his hand. Not trusting my voice I nodded my thanks and took it from him. As he passed it to me our fingers touched and even though it was just a brush I could feel the warmth from it. While we had been fighting we had drifted closer again and he quickly took another step back and ran a hand through his hair. He almost looked nervous. It was like his mood had done a complete 180.

"Okay well I'm gonna go, just come to the house if you need anything." A second later he was gone. I turned back to my art to distract myself but I couldn't help the stream of thoughts through my mind. So Nancy was Leo's mother. That meant that Nancy's dead husband was Leo's dad. I remembered what she said about the two of them, close as peas in a pod, and couldn't help but feel horrible. I can't imagine how hard it was. I adored both my parents. Sure we argued, mainly over them being too strict, or me acting like I had a stick up my ass. But they were the people I admired the most, and wouldn't trade them for the world. I had no idea what I would do with-ought them.

I continued until I noticed that it was almost totally dark outside. The right wall of the shack was almost halfway done, and I had to admit it looked pretty good. I had decided to draw all different types of flowers across the walls, all different shapes, and sizes to resemble the inside of a greenhouse. Quickly cleaning up my supplies I made my way back to the house. I walked in quickly as it was really cold. Following the sounds of pots clanging I walked towards the kitchen. Entering the warm dimly lit room I couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of me. Leo was sitting at the counter, work spread out in front of him, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Nancy, on the other hand, had headphones on and was dancing quite enthusiastically while stirring a pot on the stove. Feeling horrible for intruding, I slowly stepped forward into the light.