I slowly open my eyes to the sun seeping through the blinds finding myself in my room. How did I get here? I get up and slowly make my way down the hallway to see Flynn on the couch watching TV.
"You alright?" I look back up at Flynn as he waits for my response.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I shrug my shoulders.
"Last night. When I came home you were on the floor yelling to yourself."
"It was nothing Flynn." I give him a glare and walk into the kitchen grabbing a water. I open the bottle and lift it up to my lips. I start to tremble as I drink making the water come out from the sides of my mouth. I quickly pull away starting to choke on the last sip of water I took. I fall to the ground coughing.
"Andy, what's going on?" I look up to see Flynn looking down on me.
"When I say it's nothing, I mean it's nothing!" I get up and push him running to my room.
"Andy, your going to tell me no matter what I have to go through for you to let me in. You've never been like this. I need to know."
"Just go away! I need to be alone right now."
"I have cookies." Damn I could smell it from my bed.
I walk to the door slowly opening it. I snatch the box of cookies from his grip quickly shutting the door.
I open the door again and walk back to my bed sitting down. He walks over to me sitting beside me as it stood quiet for a while.
"Now you're in here. Talk up or I'll kick you out." I look away waiting for his response.
"What's going on? You aren't acting yourself. Please be honest with me."
"Flynn, you already know the answer. You know why I came with you and Link to England. It should be pretty clear that my life is going downhill again. Look, I don't want to talk about why. It's private."
"Are you embarrassed?" He grins.
"What? No! If you have a private thing in your life, so do I."
"It sounds more like a dark secret."
"It's not dark. I just don't want to share that part of my life."
"Andy, you've told me about your family problems. I'm in your life! What's the difference?"
"It's a big difference! Just get out!" I yell pointing to the door.
"Just let me know when your ready to tell me." He walks out closing the door behind him.
What is going on with me?
I walk down the streets of London looking around at the lit shops nearby. It's nice to see decorated places even though there's no holiday during this time. I walk into a shop admiring a canvas with a painted scenery of a bright blue sky, a grassy hill with flowers on the hill, and a picture of two figures laying in the green grass pasture.
"That's beautiful, isn't it?" I look to my side to see an old lady maybe in her early sixties looking up at the canvas in front of me.
"Yeah, it's really beautiful. I like how the artist used the brush in a different technique to paint the grass. It looks more real. It kind of draws me to it."
"That's my grandsons painting."
"He's really good."
"Do you like painting?" This time she looked up at me instead of the painted canvas.
"It's one of my talents."
"Would you like to go in the back and paint some canvases? We're actually having an art show in a few days."
"Uh...sure! Why not?" I follow her to the back of the store to find canvases lined up by sizes.
"Give me a second-"
"Andy," I tell her.
"Andy, I'm Ann." I shake her hand as she goes further into the big room. "C'mon sonny! I know you were on your phone in here earlier!" She shouted.
I look around and spot a chair to sit on as I waited patiently. I think I would want to live in a place like this. I have to admit it. It's pretty big and I could buy piles and piles of canvases to put in this kind of room. Well, this was more like a warehouse or something. It reminded me of a barn for some reason.
"Andy dear, this is my grandson, Derek. Derek, this is Andy." I look up to see a tall boy around my age looking down at his phone texting away. I roll my eyes.
"Ann! We need you to help us with this!" I hear from the front of the store.
"I gotta go loves, but I be back to check on you two." She walks away leaving the two of us in silence. Nothing was said, nothing was heard.
I clear my throat. "So, I hear you're an artist too." I wait for his response, but nothing. I shake my head. "I'm Andy." I introduce myself sticking my hand out, but still nothing. Oh gosh, is he wearing headphones? This boy is getting on my nerves! I grab a nearby towel and scrunch it up into a ball chucking it at his face.
"What the hell was tha-" he looks up at me forgetting what to say.
"I guess you treat everyone like this, don't you?" I put my things down on the floor.
"No, I was just-"
"Trying to ignore me so I could leave because you thought I was a nerdy guy into art?"
"It's fine everyone mistakes my name as a guys like when my guy friends invite me to their friends parties that are girls. Ah...I love seeing their reactions." I chuckle to myself.
"Sorry about that. I'm Derek." He extends his hand out to me.
"Andy...Andy Trevor." I shake his hand.
"That's all your first name?"
"No, I usually just give my full name."
"Alright? Never met a girl like you before."
"I'm one of a kind, Derek. You can't expect every girl to be the same."
"Yeah, deal with it. If you don't like talkers, I'm more than happy to leave right now." I glare at him.
"No, you seem pretty cool, Andy."
"Not too bad yourself I guess." I shrug grabbing buckets of paint.
"Not too bad?" He looks at me surprised.
"Oh look, I own a motorcycle, I wear a leather jacket that says "badass," I wear my hair in a quiff with loads of gel."
"What, so I'm not cool enough for you?"
"No, you just seem different from other guys I met. You're not a gamer nerd, not a prankster, not the sweet caring kind of guy, and you're probably not the romantic type that takes girls out."
"So you're saying you like me?"
"In the way as friends, but never love like."
"Me and you...ha! That's a good one Derek. Never have and never will be in a relationship."
"Well, you never know how you'll feel about a guy if you don't date. It could happen."
"Trust me. I know how it's like. My roommate has dated more than seven girls since we moved here from LA."
"He just wants someone to love him back like he likes the girl, Andy. He probably feels lonely."
"I'm quite happy being lonely. I don't need to be loved by anyone." I let out a light laugh.
"That's what everyone says when they really want someone to love them."
"Well, I don't need anyone. Are we going to paint or not?"
He lets out a sigh and picks up a brush. "Sure. What would you like to paint?"
"That long, huh?" Derek looks at me.
"Yup." I nod stroking the brush against the half painted canvas. "It took me three years to realize my parents didn't want me in their lives. I also realized I didn't need them either. They try to get in touch with me from my roommates numbers, but I tell them not to answer. I really didn't need anyone from my family."
"Even your cousins?"
"Even those jerks." I let out a quiet chuckle.
"Well, at least you have parents who try to talk with you."
"What do you mean?"
"My father died and my mother left me."
"Sorry for your loss." I look at him as he just stared straight at the painting.
"My father and I used to paint together outside in the park and everyone would come to see it. Those were the days before my parents both became depressed and alcoholics."
"May I ask what happened?"
"My father was cheating on my mother with another woman, and she soon found out so she took her stuff and left me all alone making me waiting for my father to come back home. Right now, I don't even know where she is."
"She loves you, Derek, she just couldn't bare seeing your dad with another women."
"Yeah. Just one day, all I ask for is to see her one more time. I want to know how she's doing."
"It'll happen one day."
"Thanks for keeping my hopes up." He takes a couple steps back looking at the fully painted and finished canvas. "It looks nice."
"It does." I stood next to him.
"Well my dear, were just finishing up with the last customers and we'll be heading out in about ten minutes, alright?" I nod as she walks back out carrying small empty boxes.
"I have to admit this was the most fun I've ever had with someone besides from my father before he went crazy." He smiles down at me.
"Wow. That's a first." I put my books back into my bag.
"What? Having fun?" He grabs the paint brushes putting them in the sink.
"No, you actually had fun with me. No ones ever had fun with me before."
"Well, I think your fun, nice, cute, attractive in a way...you just being...yourself." He looks back at me.
"What'd you just say?" I give him a confused look. Did I hear that right?
"I said you're fun to me, nice in your own way, acting cute when your not trying to act cute, being beautiful and sticking to what you like. Like I said earlier, I haven't met someone like you before. Your someone special." He walks up to me nearly putting his face inches away from mine.
"If you're messing with me, I swear I'll beat the god damn out of you!" I whisper, grabbing the neck hem of his shirt balling my hand in a fist.
"Look, I'm not afraid to show my feelings for you. I've always seen you walk around here, but I was never able to leave my grandmother alone in the shop. I've been crushing on you for the longest time. We've only known each other for the past five to seven hours and I feel like I've know you forever. I know you don't like me back Andy, but I just had to tell you. And beat the crap out of me if you want after I do this."
He leans in closer to me going off to my left side. He lightly plants his lips on my cheek. I feel his hand cupping my other cheek and his other hand around my waist bringing me closer to him. He pulls away putting his forehead against mine.
"Derek-" I feel anger rush through me as I bring my hand up to his shoulder length.
"We're closing up now my dears!" I hear Ann shout from the front. I quickly put my hand down.
"I have to go." I pull away from his grip running out to the front of the shop. I stop in front of Ann looking up at her. "Thank you for letting me spend the day here painting. I appreciate it, Ann." I give her a quick hug and run out down the streets back to the condo.
He liked me?