Baby, love me cause im playing on the radio

The upcoming storm

Sorry for the wait school's Js been really wack anyway enjoy <3.  Word count:1,455

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Also the songs I upload here are just recommendations to set the mood for the story u don't have to hear it if u don't want to

𓂀 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 𓂀

I flick on the lights to my apartment, kicking shut the door behind me. I throw my purse onto the couch, pulling out my phone before doing so. I slip the device into my back pocket. 

I go into the kitchen; making a B-line to the closet where i keep all my snacks, sweets, pure junk. I grab some goldfish and a blue Gatorade, shutting the door with my shoulder. I make my way to a room i had converted into my art studio. I place the snacks on a table in the art room.

I leave the room and go into my bedroom, i grab a pair of baggy painted jeans, and a red t-shirt from the drawers. I throw the outfit on. I hear a familiar sound of jingles, i turn around and find my small dog running up to me, i kneel down to get to her level. She jumps up on my lap, almost immediately going in to lick my face, i pull her off and get back up. 

I point a finger at her, "sit" I command. She obeys, quickly sitting on the floor. 

"Good girl" I reward her with a good scratch to her ear.

I stand up straight, walking out my bedroom and back to the art room, my dog tailing close behind.

I tie my hair up with an elastic, then swiftly pulling out my phone from my pocket. I connect to my Bluetooth speaker putting some music on.

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I spend the whole morning till afternoon working on the last canvas for the art museum. I smile to myself at the image before me. I always had this sense of accomplishment every time i completed a canvas. I stand back to take a good look at it. Drumming the back of the brush against my shoulder as i analyzed every detail, squinting at each and every little strokes.  

I finally let out a breath when i deemed it was okay. I place all the painting material into its place, letting the canvas dry, as i cautiously secure the other drawings into a box with Styrofoam to ensure it wouldn't damage.

This was the first project. My beginning career to art. I wasn't going to lie i was in fact nervous, but if there one thing i learned with all my years with the boys was to always just for it. 

I click off the music. Grabbing the snacks from the table and walking to the living room to watch something whilst i waited for the fresh painting to dry. I was clicking through some streaming app, when my phone chimes.

I reach for the device beside me; I scan the lock screen.  

Just now

BILLY: George und Gustav Sind Hier 

I stare at the screen for a moment, before i quickly type a reply.

' I'll be there in 15'

Not a second later he replies with a thumbs up. I hop off the couch; sprinting towards the art room, i grab the boxed canvas', and make it out my apartment. I was going to mail this before going to the twins' apartment.