Author: JessieBo PM
Denver White was an actor that lacked depth an emotion, but who could help him with that? Perhaps the odd artist from the art department? But what if Denver tries to understand her, only to find that she's a lot odder than he thought?Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,913 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 04-19-13 - Published: 12-15-12 - id: 3083215
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So the second chapter of Untitled is finally here! Yay!
Please enjoy, and I'm updating A Proper Princess today too, so go read that!
Mr. Filmore thought a moment before speaking.
"That's for you to decide. I can't tell you how to make who you are, and I can't tell you to decide who you are. I've given you your base, now I'm letting you grow, and become who you are on your own. I can't make the plant grow, I can only plant the seed, and give it a bit of water to begin its journey."
"Every journey is a work of art." That girl's words were still ringing in my head.
"Very true, Mr. White. I see you're already starting to think like an artist. I guess my work here is done." Mr. Filmore stood up, as did I, and we shook hands, him leaving the office. Pete came back in and seemed a bit surprised by my expression.
"Did he get to you? Because you're looking a lot different now then you were when I left." I shrugged.
"He just said some interesting things."
"Will you take his advice?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure if it's the route I would've taken on my own, but maybe that's a good thing." Pete nodded.
"Alright. Well come in tomorrow. We've got to talk about the talk show segment you have on Friday morning." I nodded.
"Sure. I'll see you, Pete." I left his office and headed back outside into the wet rain, pausing when I heard my cellphone ring in my pocket.
I pulled it out and saw a private number was calling. Who could it be?
" Denver White."
"Oh, I love when you answer all professional. It's so cute." I rolled my eyes and switched the phone to my other ear.
"Do you need something, Rachel?"
"Mom told me to tell you to come home for dinner tonight, since you won't return any of her phone calls."
"Tell mom I'm busy tonight."
"He's busy, mom! She doesn't believe you and said she'll come over to your apartment and bang on your door until you unlock it."
"Fine. When's dinner?"
"Seven. But she wants you to be here by six so you can help out." Why am I not surprised?
"Fine. I'll be there. See you later." I shut my phone and headed back home, shrugging off my jacket when I got inside. I hung up the one I was previously wearing, and picked up the still wet one I had worn earlier today. I headed over to the dryer and began emptying the pockets of miscellaneous coins, when I pulled out the short stack of fliers I'd picked up for that girl.
I threw my jacket in the dryer and unfolded the damp stack of papers. What had been important enough for her to pick up in the middle of the rain and street, yet leave them with a stranger?
The first page was a drawing of a tree. A tree? It was good, but a tree?
I shook my head and set it on the counter, moving onto the next picture.
This one was of a bird fountain with no birds in it. I flipped through the pictures, getting more and more odd drawings. A basketball on the ground, a dandelion, the clouds. You name it, I probably had it. I'm pretty sure the girl had drawn all of them, but why? They didn't really seem to be of anything.
The dryer dinged and I stood up, leaving the drawings on the counter. I pulled my jacket out of the dryer and pulled it on, grabbing my keys and phone, and heading out of the apartment and over to mom's house.
"I'm home!" I heard the rustle of pots and pans and the sound of the TV barely on. Mom popped her head out of the kitchen and smiled.
" Denver ! You're actually early for once!" I checked my watch.
"By two minutes, mom." She smiled and came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. My mom was what people like to call a Susie homemaker. She'd always been a stay at home mom, and wouldn't want it any other way. She cooked, and cleaned, and managed the household like I'd never seen anyone do.
"Oh you silly. I'm usually waiting half an hour for you, so two minutes is a lot!" She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh look, I got lipstick all over you. How will you ever get a girlfriend when you're covered in mommy's lipstick?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not exactly looking around for a girl, right now, mom." She sighed.
"Oh Denver , you really need a girl. Now that you're not exactly working anymore, you need someone in your life!" Was today rag on Denver 's career day and I was just unaware of it? "Anyway, go get your sister. She's upstairs doing homework." Mom headed back into the kitchen and I headed around the corner, up the stairs and down the hall to Rachel's room. I knocked on the door and heard a muffled "come in." I opened the door and poked my head in.
"Hey Rachel. Mom says it's time to come down." She pulled the earbuds out of her ears and hopped off her bed.
"Sick. So how've you been, big bro? You're looking shorter these days." She managed to barely touch the top of my head in an attempt to ruffle my hair, her being almost a foot shorter than me.
"Am I? I think that if anyone shrunk, it must've been you. Those high school textbooks must be weighing you down." She grumbled as she passed me and headed downstairs, me following behind slowly. I'd never been a fan of family dinners. I'd pledged that once I was a famous actor and out of the house, I wouldn't step in again any time around 7:00 Pm. Fat chance. I'd come home almost once a week religiously for a "nice" family get together. It wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for, but it was better than having to do it every night. Though I felt obligated, considering mom and dad were paying my rent on the apartment. Along with all my groceries. And clothes. And car. Well, pretty much everything. The money I made from movies went to my parents, and they paid for what I needed. It was a win win situation.
"So what's been going on with work lately? Did you get the role in that drama?" I shook my head and stabbed my fork into a pea on my plate.
"No." Mom patted me on the hand from across the table.
"That's alright. Romance wasn't your cup of tea anyway."
"Some smarty pants method actor said it was because I was detached. Apparently I've survived this far in my career because I've relied on the adrenaline of the role." Mom smiled and placed her hands in her lap.
"Well then have I got some great news for you." I looked up from my plate, worried.
"I've signed you up to attend AAU."
"AAU?" Rachel said, mouth full of potatoes.
" Arts Academy University . And try chewing with your mouth shut. It's disgusting." She stuck her tongue out at me and I looked back to mom. "I don't exactly want to attend formal college. Didn't we go over this when I was 18?" Mom smiled.
"But that's the great news. You continue taking your required courses online, and take the fine arts credits at the school."
"Sounds like fun. You should go. I know how much you love sitting in class with a bunch of other people." I glared at Rachel. Always the annoying little sister.
"But I don't really think it's helpful for me. I'm pretty sure that I should just continue school the way I've been going about it."
"I already signed you up, Denver . You're supposed to attend a meeting with one of the administrators tomorrow morning." I sighed and pinched my nose. We'd decided two years ago that formal college just wasn't for me. "Just meet the man tomorrow and if you don't like it, you don't have to go." So I couldn't always back out of it.
"Fine, mom." She smiled and nodded.
"Now eat your dinner, it's getting cold."
"Now what makes you want to attend AAU?"
"In all honesty, I came here to appease my mother. I truly have no intention of attending this University." Why not just get it all out?
"Well, son, would you at least like to have a look around at the campus? Perhaps some of the classes we offer?" I might as well, for mom that is.
"Sure." The man stood up and lead me out of his office and through the main building.
"Now this is where our students who attend traditional school take their classes, but surely you're uninterested that." Well at least he was a fast learner.
"Over there is the computer and technical design majors," he gestured to a large building with a computerized logo on it, "and over there is the acting majors building, where you would be located."
"What's that third building?" I pointed at the large building in front of us.
"That's our art majors building." Art. The most I can suggest for you is to meet some artists. Perhaps take an art class, then test your own roles. Was it a sign?
"Would you like to explore our acting facilities? I'm sure you would find it to your likings." I shook my head.
"I'm good. Where do I sign up?"