The Artists

Part I

“Oh, not again. I'm so sick of hearing this,” the young brunette said with a significantly sassy tone. She grabbed the television remote and immediately turned off the television with a great force of hand. She continued to sit on her wicker couch and sip her green tea. Adjacent to her sat her younger brother, Jake. He was more concerned about the news he had just heard than his sister, but he was always very anxious.

“Aren't you worried about the attacks? I mean any moment they could drop a nuke on us and we would be dead,” he said, worriedly.

“Oh, they've been saying that for years. If they haven't nuked us by now, I doubt they will. Those goddamn terrorists don't have the balls,” the brunette remarked.

“Celia, I know you don't believe it all, but that sounded like a serious threat.” Jake pointed to the newspaper on the oak end table next to the couch, which also had the same story printed on it.

“Oh fuck, Jake, you're too worried.” Celia's chestnut hair flipped as she spoke, and her small stature was surprising given her very large attitude. Jake on the other hand was taller and more broad, one feature the two siblings contrasted in.

“Alright, well I gotta go. Emily will be home soon.” Jake grabbed his coat and put on his shoes as he approached the apartment door. Celia, as usual, replied with a sassy but heartfelt goodbye.

It was that time of day for Jake, the love of his life, the reason for his awakening, Emily would be returning from her job as a barista soon. Jake was a freelance writer for the city newspaper, and as a novelist on the side, and worked whenever he had the time, but at four o'clock each day he made sure he was home. The scripts and pages didn't matter to him at that time. Even though the two had been engaged for a month, and dated for eleven, each day he saw her was new to him. He never missed that blonde head walk through the front door of their apartment, with her designer purse in one hand and apron in the other. He loved her more than anything he could ever imagine, it was his first love—his only love.

Their apartment was small, but that didn't matter, the love they shared was bigger. It was now 4:05 P.M. and Jake waited for her with a kiss and a hug. Then there she was, she walked through the door with that same smile, hair and fragrance of strawberries that she had every day. She and Jake had their evening kiss and they sat down together on their old couch.

“Welcome home,” he said.

“Ugh today was rough. Did you hear on the news about the terrorists, the people in the shop were going crazy.” Her voice was like a soft melody that Jake never got tired of hearing.

“Yeah I heard about that, but anyway, I have a surprise for you.” He was so swept up in love he didn't choose to hear or care about the current events, at the moment. Something he would soon learn to regret.

“Really, a surprise?” Ellie was surprised herself, but she went along with it.

“I, for the first time, have prepared you a wonderful dinner, just for the two of us.” He revealed the decorated dining table, candles and flowers, and of course the food, all set up in the romantic atmosphere he created.

“Aw, thank you. I can say this is definitely a surprise,” she chuckled.

“Well yeah, and it was a lot of work too,” Jake responded as he lit some candles, “now let's eat.”

The two sat down together and enjoyed their meal as they talked about their day. Ellie reminded Jake of her recent humanitarian work, which included helping those less fortunate. That was one of those things Jake loved about her, aside from the way her nose twitched when she sneezed, but her generous attitude and her loving heart. She also told him of the most recent painting she sold to a critic and yet that was the biggest connection the two had—their love for the arts. The two drank their wine and laughed and had a wonderful evening of warmth, love and passion. For the moment, neither of the two thought things could get any better or worse, however, this feeling was short lived.

Two weeks had passed since the news of the attacks in New York City, where Jake and Ellie have resided. The threats continued to increase, the terrorists had officially placed fear into the minds of every citizen in the country, which was a more powerful weapon than all the nukes in the world.

There were rumors that a plane was flying around the east coast—but they were only rumors.

Jake had just finished an article in the paper about the flooding of a southern country when the phone rang. Ellie was in their small bedroom, trying on her mother's wedding dress, which had been passed down to her after her mother's untimely death. The phone rang not once, not twice but three times when Jake finally answered it.

“Hello?” He greeted the other end.

“Jake, its Charlie, we need an article a.s.a.p.” Said Jake's quick-to-change boss.

“But I just finished mine, you know about the flood in--”

“No, throw it out, we need one about the terrorist threats before we print next week, can you do it?”

“Why can't you just ask someone else?” Jake was growing frustrated by his boss's rapidly changing plans.

“You're the only freelance I have right now, now I need this article by Friday, okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Good, see you then.”

Jake placed the phone back on the receiver and walked towards the bedroom. Without knocking he went in, and Ellie immediately tried to cover herself.

“Hey, knock first, ya moron,” she said, with a lovingly laugh.

“I didn't know you would be trying on your dress, sorry!” He responded, and quickly backed out of the room.

“What's up?” She asked, from inside the room.

“I need to go get some contacts for my article, so I'll be back in an hour or so, okay?” He explained. His words meaning so much more than he thought at the time.

“Okay, I'll be here.”

Jake grabbed his keys and headed for the door when suddenly Ellie popped her head outside the bedroom.

“Hey, just remember,” she began, “I love you.” She said this with a twinkle in her eye, a twinkle and a smile.

“I love you too,” he responded. Oh how these words weighed more now than they ever have before.

Jake left the apartment and headed for the street corner to catch a taxi. He never even bothered to look back at the building—not even once. As he sat in his taxi and thought about his future, the sky turned a dark gray, almost coal-colored. The world seemed to be slow today, but a young couple in love, nothing mattered to them. Jake, sitting in his taxi thought about Ellie and how much she meant to him. Ellie, trying on her dress, thought about Jake and how much he meant to her. Jake's chestnut hair blew as he put down his window and the cold autumn air hit his face like a brisk breeze. Jake was reading the re-writes of his latest novel that he had been in the process of writing for two years. He felt the creativity flow through him like never before, proving that love was the greatest inspiration. For the first time in a long time, he truly felt like an artist. Ellie, on the other hand, sat in her wedding dress, looking over some of the receipts from some of the latest paintings she sold. Their passion and drive to create something beautiful guided them throughout all of the missteps in their life and all of the hard times they had together. In the end though, all that mattered was that these two artists loved each other—and their work.