August 2nd // 12:58 pm
When Luke and I arrived at the museum it's 12:58. The building was enormous and had massive white pillars like at the Lincoln Monument in Washington D.C. The instant we entered the building I was amazed by all the beautiful pieces of art. Even the architecture seemed to have some sort of majestic and artistic feel to it. Right at the entrance was a painting of a roman woman.
Luke walked up to the plaque that had all the paintings information, still holding my hand and pulling me along behind him. "Her name's Maxima," he said matter-of-factly.
"Isn't she a beaut."
Luke arched his right brow. "She has a unibrow."
"So do you," I said jokingly.
"That's beside the point," Luke continued, ignoring my obvious insult.
I laughed. "Beauty comes from within."
Luke took his finger and pointed to a sentence from the plaque. "It says here that she would poison innocent people during the roman era."
"She lied to me," I joked again. "I can't believe I trusted her."
"I know it hurts now, Tris, but everything will be okay." Luke grabbed my hand again and we walked over to a marble sculpture.
"Tris?" I questioned.
"Yeah. You're name's Beatrice like the Divergent girl and I thought it was clever," He explained.
I nodded, liking the idea.
The sculpture was of a man with a crow on his shoulder. He had a brave look on his face and his arms were extremely muscular. Luke stood next to the marble man and mimicked his expression.
I just smiled. I walked over to Luke and wrapped my hands around his waist, hugging him. He hugged me back, resting his chin on the top of my head like he did the day we met.
"You're a cutie," Luke stated.
"Right back atchya." My words were muffled by his Offspring shirt.
"I love this little fling we've got going on." Luke was cheerful.
"Same." Fling? Okay, at least I know I shouldn't get too caught up in this relationship because he obviously thinks this isn't a long-term thing. This is good, Bea. You know what he's thinking. This is good.
We walked up the wooden stairs that creaked as we stepped on the boards. You'd think that at such a pristine looking art museum would have better flooring, but nope. The second floor was filled with canvas painting that hung on each wall. Everywhere you looked there was a different piece of art. A painting of a city caught my eye.
Silently, I walked up to the art piece to admire it. The effortless-looking stokes of the buildings and the bright lights were fascinating.
"Wait, don't move," Luke said, backing up. "I want to take a picture of you."
"Why?" I asked, staying frozen in my traces.
"Because you just look so perfect."
I don't get how he thought that. My outfit consisted of an plain old black shirt, leggings, my the same docs I wore to the concert, and my denim jacket. My hair is way too long and almost reaches my hips. It's a dark brown color and has the worst split ends known to man. Luke took out his phone. I heard the obnoxious sound an iPhone makes when you take a picture. Luke put his phone back in his pocket and stood next to me again.
"I wish I could paint like this." I was still looking at the painting after three minutes passed, studying it if you will.
"C'mon, let's look at the third floor. It's the last floor until we move on to our final destination for our little adventure." Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the painting and up the second flight of creaky steps.
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After we looked at the last floor we left the art museum for part three.
"So, now what?" I asked as we walked hand in hand down the sidewalk.
"Now we're off to the park. It's just down the street," Luke explained.
The park was small. And deserted. Most of the place was just grass and trees except for the occasional bench. There was a tiny playground on the north end. It had two swirly slides, monkey bars, and little rocking horses. The rocking horses were rusted and most of the paint was chipped off, making them look like mini ridable blobs.
"Right this way," Luke said in an American tour-guide's accent. He escorted me to a patch of grass under the biggest oak tree in the park.
We both plopped on the ground, sitting cross-legged with our knees touching.
"There are some things I don't know about you, y'know. I'm not that obsessed," I began. "It's my turn to ask the questions."
"Alright," Luke replied. "But I still have some, too."
"Fine. We'll do a sort of cheesy game of twenty questions. Kay?"
"Deal," Luke nodded.
I put on a serious face. "What's your favorite Taylor Swift song?"
Luke chuckled. "What?"
"It says a lot about a person."
"Um... My favorite Taylor Swift song? Hmm..." Luke rubbed his chin like an old wise man. "Probably 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together'."
"Interesting," I said, pretending to be serious.
"Okay, my turn. What do you like on a burger?"
"Um... I'm actually a vegetarian." Great. I hope I don't go into some animal rights rant because I really don't want to freak him out.
"Ohhhh." Luke nodded his head as he spoke. "So you can't eat meat, right?"
"Yeah."
"What about fish?"
"That's still meat. I can't eat any animals."
"What about eggs?"
"What?"
"Eggs. They're technically animals," Luke argued.
"That's true but they are only an embryo of a chicken so I'm allowed to eat eggs, yeah."
"Interesting," Luke mimicked my voice from the time I said it.
"My turn. What's your favorite book?" I asked.
"I'm not really in to reading. I did like the Divergent movie though. That was badass," Luke answered.
"You just like Tris, don't you?"
"Maybe..." Luke said.
"Hey, if you get to call me Tris then I should be allowed to give you a nickname," I addressed, changing the subject slightly.
"Ok, fine. Hit me."
"Daddy Long Legs," I proposed without hesitation.
"Oh hell yeah," Luke agreed. We both laughed.
We interviewed eachother for another thirty minutes, learning more and more about one another every minute. Once it got to be about twenty minutes into our questions we started to ask eachother stupid questions like 'What's your third favorite Jim Carrey movie' and 'How does it feel to waste your entire day answering stupid questions with a random girl you met at one of your shows'.
Luke looked at his phone. It was 8:40 pm. He gently rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. The sun was beginning to set, making the sky turn a light pinkish-purple color.
"Can we wait here and watch the sky go black?" Luke asked. Before letting me answer, however, he laid down on the grass. He stretched his arms out, inviting me into them.
Without thinking I did as Luke gesticulatively requested. "Stop being the cutest thing ever." My head fit right in the crook of his neck.
"I'm sorry but I'm afraid that's impossible," Luke said cockily.
"Oh, okay," I muttered sarcastically.
We laid there for what felt like another hour, talking about simple things and watching the sky. It was like we'd known eachother for years, not just two days. We were both so comfortable with eachother already. How was that possible? Luke said that this was only a fling.
Only a fling, I told myself.
Right above us was a completely different environment. An entire galaxy that could hold anything. There could be another life form trillions of light years away that will never be found by mankind. It's insane to think about how small and insignificant our lives really are.
"We should get going," I notified, carefully pushing myself off Luke and onto my feet. "I loved everything we did today, by the way."
"It's no big deal," Luke shrugged. "I should be the one thanking you. I've been so lonely lately and today I actually had a good time."
I smiled. "Well then you're welcome," I said sarcastically. Luke walked up to me and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. I started to walk but Luke didn't move.
"Promise me something," he stated.
"What?" I asked, somewhat perplexed.
"Promise me I'll see you again," Luke urged. "Pinkie promise." He held up his right pinkie finger.
"What?" I repeated.
"C'mon, pinkie promise me."
With little protest, I laced my finger with his. "I pinkie promise."
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(Nov/Dec 2014) Wow, finally chapter 9. It's about time. THIS CHAPTER WAS FILLED WITH CUTENESS OMG.
I'm at my grandparents' apartment right now and have been listening to a lot of Never Shout Never and have been really 'inspired' and motivated to write. Also to read lol.
I hope you're enjoying my story and thank you for reading! xxx
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(July 2015) I HATE THAT ALL MY CHAPTERS ARE JUST DIALOGUE.
Ok but I just want to get some things straight here and sort of do a little summary of Bea. She is eighteen (a year younger than Luke) and graduated high school when she was seventeen because she took online classes. She is like 5'2", suffers from some bad anxiety although it's gotten better over the years, and has that generic grunge tumblr girl style ok? ok. Thank you for reading and have a greaaaaat dayyyyyy. xxx