2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 3: A Point System

Why is this happening to me?

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I expected something like this to happen. Dan didn't understand why I was doing this. He will get around to this. I hope he will. He is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. When I had to hurt Dan it hurt me also, emotionally. I never dreamed of hurting this beauty, but he made me. When I left him he looked to be in rough shape. I knew that Dan needed time to take all this in and realize that he loves me. I want to have Dan open up to me.

The words he said made me question his past.I wondered why he didn't like God. I wanted him to open up to me and tell me about his past since we are spending the future together.

I locked his room door out of habit and walked towards my art room down the hall. Painting made me forget of every problem that bothered me. It soothed me.

I didn't bother to change my shirt. My mind is to busy and determined to paint something. The easel and canvas was already prepared for me. The paints set right next to it. I sat on the chair in front of the easel and let my mind go wild on the canvas. I picked up the paint brush and placed it in the blue ish/ purple ish paint. My brain decided to go with painting a galaxy with white stars. I started to hum like bits and pieces of songs to keep me occupied while painting.

Each splash of paint was like a new life on the painting, with the painting representing the Earth. If you just put random colors of paint on the canvas then it will just look like a mess, but you have to make sure the paint blends and mixes together well to create something beautiful. Just like if people never worked together then humanity will cease to exist.

I slowly paint on the canvas to make sure I get all the details correctly. I switch out paint brushes every minute or so for more detailed work. I like having things perfect, but also creativity done.

{(3 Hours Later)}

As I'm finishing up my mind is in a better place. I'm more relaxed and less stressed. I know Dan will be better and had time to reflect on his decisions and his choice of words. Maybe I'll even show him this beautiful artwork I have created.

I sign my name to the right down corner of the canvas and look at it from a far. It's one of the best paintings I have even done. All the details are perfect and it seems like there isn't a flaw on the painting. I look at the time and it's about 12 o'clock. I guess I should make lunch for Dan and I.

I put my paint brushes in a water cup and leave my artwork to dry. I walk down the hallway and see Dan's room. I don't hear anything coming from his room, so I suspect he must be sleeping. He did have a rough morning.

Walking down the stairs, I think about what Dan and I will do today to pass the time. Maybe I can learn more about his past and what he likes or don't like. If he plays an instrument or not. His favorite movie. I want to learn about him and see what he likes to do.

I grabbed a loaf of bread and some peanut butter from the pantry and placed it on the counter top. I opened the fridge and grabbed the grape jam. I placed the grape jam next to the peanut butter on the counter top and opened up a drawer to grab a butter knife. I hope Dan likes peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

I grabbed a sliced piece of bread and spread peanut butter on it. I did the same thing with the jam and combined both of the covered pieces of bread together. A clean plate was already out from breakfast so I put the sandwich on the clean plate. The sandwich was complete and ready for Dan. I wasn't really hungry so I put away the ingredients from the sandwich. Grabbing the plate, I walked up the stairs carefully and made my way to Dan's room.