Summer Painting

Summer Painting

“I finished the book before you!”
He chuckled lightly, sitting on the hillside the trees shading him from the sun rays as he held the book up and waved it back and forth slightly.
“So what!?”
I hollered back, looking back to my painting and clutching the paintbrush tightly. A scowl making it’s way across my face as I continued to glare at my painting, which I could barely remember even starting. My friend laughed, walking over and gazing at my painting over my shoulder, leaving her beautiful canvas to dry.
“He likes you.”
She whispered with that smug look I knew she would wear.
“He does not.”
I snapped back hotly, I could feel the blush make it’s way across my face as I continued to stare intently at my painting, but never making a move to finish it. Alison laughed, taking a step back and raising her hands up in defense before waltzing back over to her own painting as she stared at it, picking the brush up swiftly and continuing to finish her masterpiece.
“Right, and I’ll say he’s not concerned about your health because you’re not blushing so badly you look like you can pass out.”
“Shut up!”
I hissed, whipping my head around so fast I felt my hair smack me in the face before falling back over my shoulders, glaring daggers at my friend who laughed in response while she continued painting, ignoring my heated glare with the same smug smile on her face. I glanced up and over my painting to see his mouth curved into a frown as the book rested beside him, his black hoody still on with the hat loosely pulled up and over his head stopping a bit below his eyes and resting on the bridge of his nose. He tensed as a large breeze came, it whipped my hair around and into my face as I spit it out of my mouth and tried to focus on my painting. The clouds covered the sky, shielding the sun out with one big shadow.
“You don’t look to good.”
He whispered quietly, while standing behind me. I felt the heat rise to my face as I glared at my painting, wishing to burn holes through it for how hideous it looked.
“I’m fine.”
I snapped, wishing my voice came out more firm then it had. Watching as Alison climbed the hill, glancing at me with a know-it-all smile as I felt him take another step closer to me. I glared at her and hoped instead of my paper burning holes through, that suddenly she would have holes through her head. She turned around and continued up the slope, probably to move another rock into a position she wanted it, like she had practically done with the rest of the rocks and the one bright spring green leave rested smack in the middle of the hill.
“I can hear your blood rushing.”
He whispered smoothly, I bit my lip trying my best to ignore the hot breath on my neck.
“What’s so bad that your blood would rush like this?”
I promptly ignored him, watching Alison pick up a rock and glance over the area.
“Yeah you would move the rock to make your piece look perfect and like I had misplaced everything!”
She rolled her eyes turning toward me and shaking her head,
“I’m moving it because the rock in your piece is way over yonder!”
I blinked and looked back at my painting, she was right. The rock was way over yonder, well who knew she would notice that, scratch that only she would notice such a minor detail. I was never a naturally born artist like she was, stupid prodigy painter.
Another harsh wind whipped my hair around my face as I closed my eyes tightly and planted my feet firmly on the ground as the wind passed through. The sun filtered through the clouds before completely breaking through and covering the entire area in its bright rays. I opened my eyes and noticed he was back to sitting under the tree and in the shade while staring over at us,
“I told you.”
She stated smugly, skidding down the slope until she hit the flat surfaced area we were painting on.
“He does not.”
She rolled her eyes, muttering something along the lines of,
“Uh huh, and he didn’t come out here on one of the sunniest days of the summer to not spend time with you.”
Before walking over to her painting and continuing to gracefully flick her paintbrush across to create the last details of the grass. I groaned lightly looking back at my painting, I was better off drawing stick figures, since when did I suddenly want to become a painter anyway?
“Go move that rock back!”
I stated, staring at my painting as Alison looked me with that ‘what-now’ look.
“I’m starting over, move the rock back.”
She frowned, annoyed at my demands while placing her hands on her hips.
“Then start over with the rock right there.”
I opened my mouth to retort but shut it quickly, running my hands along the fine paper before flipping it over to start over.
“Ow.”
I hissed, as the paper sliced at my skin the blood dripping out.
“Paper cut?”
Alison questioned, without looking up from her project, I nodded my head,
“Yeah.”
I glanced up and he tensed while staring at me, to bad I couldn’t see his eyes buried beneath his black hair and hoody. Sticking my finger in my mouth I sucked on the wound before removing my finger and wiping it on my jeans. As another harsh wind came by and washed over the area, Alison groaned when the wind passed as she began to remove her hair from the sticky wet surface of her painting.
“Why don’t we call it a day? The wind keeps getting worse and paint isn’t easy to get out..”
She stated, beginning to put her paint equipment away, I only nodded in response and began packing my things. Closing the pastel painting surface and lifting it up.
“Let me carry that, don’t want you getting another paper cut.”
She stated sarcastically, while taking my stuff away from me and beginning to trudge forward.
“I’m capable of carrying that.”
“Right.”
She stated rolling her eyes while beginning to walk away from our open field and into the shady areas created by the trees. I trudged after her, watching as the clouds lingered over the sun before the wind began to push it away. The leaves swayed against each other while the wind came passing by and sweeping my hair into the air.
“I’m going on ahead!”
Alison called out from her position, I nodded to her lifting one hand up signaling I heard her before dropping it to my side and watching her take off into the distance before she disappeared.
“She thinks you like me.”
I murmured, as he chuckled lightly taking his place in stride next to me.
“Obviously.”
He stated quietly, I smiled softly.
“I thought our relationship was supposed to be a secret?”
I glanced at him before looking forward again.
“She can keep a secret right?”
I shrugged lightly,
“I suppose, but you were just so concerned about anyone knowing.”
I came to a stop and looked at him, his height towering over me as I came to a stop right below his chin. He shrugged lightly stopped about a foot away from me and staring down, his bright blue eyes focused directly on me.
I took a step forward, watching him become rigid but remained in his spot as he stared down at me, his blue eyes filled with curiosity underneath his black bangs and hoody. I reached out and he flinched back,
“You shouldn’t.”
I sighed dropping my hand,
“I know I shouldn’t.”
I smiled and jumped into his arms wrapping my arms firmly around him as he lost his balance from my unexpected weight launched onto him, and tipped over crumbling to the ground. His hoody slipped from his head as he looked down at me, stiff before relaxing and placing his hands on my back. I looked up watching his pupils expand before turning into small dots, watching as it repeated the same look. I could feel the energy draining from my body but I didn’t care, watching his eyes turn blood red. He went stiff again as I let out a sagged long breath and dropped my head onto his stomach, I could see the black dots dripping into my vision as I became faint. Lifting myself off him he seemed concerned again as his red eyes turned blue, I moved away contact lost as I dropped my head and panted. The sweat sliding down my forehead to my chin before dripping onto the grassy ground that my hands clenched into.
“Just, give me a second. I’ll get more blood.”
I whispered harshly, feeling my chest heave up and down and my heart beat ringing in my ears. It was unlikely for us to ever be together, but we made it work somehow.
“You shouldn’t have..”
He stated, kneeling beside my but avoiding contact, I ignored him. I shouldn’t have, I know that but I wanted to, even though his kind doesn’t need fangs to take my blood. Just any type of physical contact would mean they take blood, even something as simple as a hand on their shoulder. He shifted from beside me to in front of me, pulling down his hoody and revealing his pale skin, exposed to the shadows of the trees.
“Go on.”
He whispered, glancing at me. I hesitated throwing him a look but he simply nodded, as I parted my lips revealing sharp canine teeth as I bit down onto his neck, taking back all the blood he took from me as his eyes flickered back between blue and red before I pulled away, licking the blood off my lips as my canine fangs sunk back to normal ones. He smiled a rare smile at me, adjusting his hoody to cover the exposed skin and sinking back into a sitting position.
“That felt good.”
I suppressed a chuckle and smiled at him.