|Still Painting Roses
Author: xDeadxcandyx PM
It took him so long to get her; she played hard to get. But in the end, he got her any way. But things screw up and they fall apart. Before they met, he said he was 'Painting Roses', striving to get her. These are the memories of his strive to get the girl.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,137 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-22-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - id: 3062389
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The next morning, he woke up early. He lay within the covers with his eyes open. He hadn't had a good night sleep again. He never did. Ever since what happened. He slowly dragged himself out of the bathroom and to the bathroom. He freshened up and changed into a pair of grey jeans, a white short sleeve shirt over a long sleeve black shirt. He wore his usual favorite black hyper dunks. He glanced at the rose. He decided to water it. He quickly went downstairs and got some water in a cup.
He went back upstairs and watered it. He stared at it for a while smiling. He left the cup next to it and went downstairs. The house was ghostly quiet. He assumed his mom was still sleeping. He went into the kitchen and decided to eat something quick. He had a breakfast bar and a glass of orange juice. He was bored and didn't know what to do. So he debated on either staying in and gaming all day or going out. He resisted the urge to play Dragon Age II.
He then made his way to the front door and walked out. He shoved his hands in his pocket and walked along the sidewalk in silence. Charlotte crossed his mind. He seemed to forget his surroundings as he walked into the park. He stood in front of the very bench that they had actually spoken to each other. Everything seemed so perfect about her. He loved everything about her from her looks to her personality. He remembered the twisted look she had on her face. He frowned to just know she was in pain. He wondered how she was doing. I wish I asked for her number… He thought staring off into the horizon.
He sighed and sat on the bench. He watched the few pedestrians walking along the streets. He closed his eyes feeling a bit off. What if she was only nice because he helped her? He didn't want to think negatively, but couldn't stop his mind from overflowing his head with a bunch of negative thoughts. He frowned and opened his eyes. He saw a girl that looked like Charlotte across the street. He stared wondering if it really was her. The girl wore a long sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. She had her hair down and parted in the middle. She waited with a group of people to cross.
He stared at the girl. Then the small group of people walked across the crossing. The girl was coming this way and it surly was Charlotte. She glanced at him as she walked passed him looking like she was frustrated. His heart broke as she turned away. She then spun around and smiled going towards him.
His heart skipped a beat as she sat next to him.
"I didn't expect to see you here. So what's up?"
He smiled heart still pounding in his ears.
"Nothing really. Are you feeling better?"
She nodded smiling at him.
"I just wanted to thank you again for being there."
He nodded smiling.
"Not a problem."
"Are you busy? Did you come to meet someone?"
He shook his head.
"No, I just thought I'd get some fresh air."
She lit up smiling brightly. He thought he was going to have a heart attack.
"Oh! Well, I'm headed to meet some friends on the west side of the park and just hang. You want to come?"
He had a bit of hesitance. She put on a look of sadness and it killed him.
"Please? You'd have fun, and I don't think they'd mind."
She put on a hopeful look and he couldn't dare to say no.
She immediately lit up and hugged. He nearly had a heart attack by her touch. He took in her sweet sent of lilac. She stood up and grabbed his hand pulling him along. He loved the sweet sound of her laugh.
"I'm sure they'd love all love to meet you."
He listened to her go on about other off topics. He only paid attention to her. They way her hair bounced as she walked. The way she would turn around to smile at him. But as they neared the group of friends she froze. He stopped and stared at her. Her hand slipped from his.
She was staring ahead. There stood a woman looking fairly familiar to her.
She was talking to her friends and looked angered. They could slightly hear her voice sounding cold and stern.
"Is that a bad thing?"
She slowly began to back away not wanting to get anywhere near her mom. He stared at her not knowing what to do.
He heard the woman hiss but his eyes never left her face with terrified and disgusted features on them. The woman stormed over not walking straight. He smelled the strong smell of alcohol and smoke. Charlotte didn't move a muscle. She stood solid as stone and glared at the woman.
"Can I help you?"
The woman pointed to the distance.
"Home. You. Now."
She looked even more terrified about the idea of being alone with her. He surly knew that the woman wasn't sober.
"Not until you're sober."
She said in a hushed tone. She held onto Landon, which surprised him. The mother looked between the two.
"You come home at once or the consequences will be severe."
That ran shivers down his spine by the tone of her voice.
She turned up to look at him.
"I think you should listen to her."
She shook her head with tears forming in her eyes.
"You don't get it; if I do she'll hurt me."
"Listen to the nice boy darling."
Her mom said as she took a step towards her. Fear had built up in the girl. She did not want to be with such a violent person. She was afraid of her. Her hair was darker than her daughters and messy.
"Charlotte, don't make me get mad."
Her mom said nonchalantly and scratched her head. The girl shook her head and held onto the boy tighter. He stared in shock at what was happening. He never knew that such a perfect girl could be so troubled. She would never show fear and was always happy. The woman grew angry. She was angered by the girl disobeying her orders. The last time she did, she ended up in tatters. She didn't want a repeat if what had happened before—but she just couldn't stand this woman anymore. Then she lost it. Charlotte screamed loudly.
I'm sorry I hadn't updated in a while. I was just busy and catching up with my studies. And I know this wasn't a lot but I'll try to prolong the next chapter. Please leave a review and tell me what you think :)