sweat dripped down my palms as we walked down the street to my house.

i had never shown anyone my paintings before.

what was she going to think?

i wiped my hands on my shorts as we turned the corner to my street.

"which one's your house?" olivia asked, her eyes scanning down the cult-de-sac.

i looked down. "that one."

her eyes wandered to the pink house. 

the only house on the whole street that was different.

my mother had insisted on painting the house vibrant colors, such as pink, yellow, orange and the other colors of the rainbow.

she looked down, a small smile on her face.

"i love it," she admitted. "it's not something you see everyday. it's unique."

we walked up the stairs and i pulled out my keys and unlocked the door.

"my art room is just this way," i said.

a painted blue door stood in front of us, with painting of different things.

i had painted the white door myself and added many other things such as quotes, scenery and various other things.

"art is never finished, only abandoned," she read from the door.

"leonardo da vinci," i responded.

she nodded her head and i placed my hand on the doorknob.

"be careful, some stuff may be wet."

i twisted the doorknob which let out an eerie squeak and her jaw dropped.

on the farthest wall, was a summer scenery.

a giant oak tree stretched its branches to the ceiling where it intertwined with other branches.

following the branches, you would find autumn leaves of brazen colors.

i turned my head right, where the autumn leaves slowly transitioned into snowflakes.

all of them were different with their own unique pattern and size. 

then there was one blank wall.

i had not decided what to paint on the wall for my spring scenery.

"you did all of this, yourself?" she whispered, her eyes widening at the sight.

she looked at the floor, which was covered in plastic and paint stains.

canvases full of paint and blank canvases were placed on the floor and on stands.

a stand that held tubes of paint, brushes of different widths and palettes stood in the middle of the room along with paint aprons.

"cole, you are-" she stopped mid sentence as she saw it.

she saw the painting of her.

cover by LotteHolder