an unexpected rainstorm ruined my plans, as it is now six pm and it is pouring non stop.
the constant heat of the past few days did a pretty good job.
it being a summer storm, it will probably be over in a bit, but even then it will be too wet to walk properly outside without risking to ruin my clothes and my sketchbook.“there go my plans for the day” i say “time to finish that show i guess”
i plop on my bed and bring my laptop with me. i find the episode and hit play.
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almost two hours have passed and i am still watching.
i am about to put on the next episode when the doorbell rings.“who could that be” i say to myself and look out of the window “man, it's still going”
i lazily walk up to the door.
whoever it is, they are hitting that bell like their life depends on it.
“who is it?” i yell as i reach to grab my keys.
“it's victoria, marissa please open the door”
vic??
judging by her tone, it must be urgent so i unlock the door.
“oh lord” i gasp.
here she stands, right in front of me, a victoria soaked to the bone. her once perfect eyeliner is now smudged all over her cheeks and her hair is dripping.
“get inside” i order her and she falls right into my arms. her wet clothes are staining my pajamas, but i don't care.
“i'm sorry” she mumbles through my t-shirt.
“you will get to explain why you are sorry later, we need to get you dried up first”
she tries to protest, but i drag her into my room and quickly pull out a clean towel and some clean clothes and give them to her.
“you can change here, i will wait for you outside”
she just nods, but she doesn't wait for me to get out of the room and she starts changing.
i turn with my back facing her, my heart beating too fast inside my chest, but i don't make a step further.
it's like my legs have frozen.“i don't mind you looking” she says.
i don't move, but i am aching to turn around.
i don't know if it's the artist inside me or the fact that i am in love with her, but an inner force made me turn around.
she is already halfway dressed, only missing a shirt.
“damn” i manage to say.
“i know right?”
“you are beautiful” the words are forming by themselves.
“bet you are too” she says and takes a step closer to me.
“no” i say “you are on a different level. you are a work of art”
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that last line is pretty poetic im feeling very high class rn
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭 || 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴 ✓
Fanfiction𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙧𝙩. ➷ marissa is a photographer that draws random parts of the city when she's got free time. one day, a beautiful girl named victoria asks her if she could paint her and along with the money, s...