" But aunt Megan told me if they try to diss, show 'em the fist" Louie
scrunched up her right hand into a fist and slapped it against her free
palm.
Megan is corrupting my angel.
We were seated with crisscrossed legs on the bed opposite each other as
she narrated how she almost sent her fist into the cutest boy in her
class's nose.
" No. No way " I started unclenching her fist " Violence is bad"
" Aunt Megan doesn't lie" She pouted. Most often I wished she could have
chosen someone else to be her role model.
Oprah.
Will Smith.
Even Me!
But she chose Megan. A mobile revenge stick.
" Aunt Megan didn't lie. She just told you a very active retort, a
little too active for a kid" I stood up from the bed and walked towards
the bathroom to take a quick convenience.
" Next time he wouldn't say I'm lying about who drew my artwork "
Well, today the so called cutest boy in her class may I add whom she
once admired but now detests doubted that Louie was the mind behind her
drawings.
I couldn't blame him. For a kid she's a little too good.
I mean at her age I couldn't draw a straight line properly, but she
draws her animals and sky pretty well.
" Don't blame him sweetie, your art is too good for him to believe." I
flushed the toilet and stepped out, back into the bedroom.
" But you believe them" She huffs and flops down flat on the bed with
her wavy hair forming a halo around her.
" Because I see you draw them almost everyday. These children just met
you, don't be so harsh on them " I sit close to her on the bed and begin
to pet her frayed hair.
" Okay, so you weren't here when I drew this one. Let me show you ".
She sits up and with scurrying steps, she was off the bed to get her
little pink backpack.
" So, here. It's on the last page" She pulls out a random book and hands
it over to me.
I smiled at her eagerness to show me and gladly took the book from her
tiny hands. As she said, on the last page so I opened it.
And I almost doubted she was the artist.
" Soooo.... What do you think?" She was grinning with her entire sixteen
tiny teeth on display.
This was completely different from what she normally drew. I was
expecting a sky, or a puppy and a bird or an image of one of the million
teddy bears she had in her head.
But I definitely wasn't expecting a flower vase with different types of
flowers and plants in it.
She even shaded!
Louisa doesn't know how to shade an image properly for a professional
but this was the highest above her standards that she had ever done.
The flower vase had patterns of a sky which I believe is night because
of the darkness degree of the shade and the moon at the edge.
I hadn't even seen the background.
It was a picture frame, of a little fruit bowl with what I assume is
oranges and a banana.
Not professional but amazing!!
" You- you don't like it?" Louie's sad voice pulls me back to earth and
I see she looks almost disappointed.
" What!? Like it? Baby I love it!! It's amazing!" A smile of happiness
spreads across her face .
" Thank you " She was really happy that I loved it, but this is unlike
any of her works.
This is different.
" You're welcome baby but quick question. Where did you come up with
this idea?"
It's unusual.
" Uhm... About that." She scratched the back of her head and I almost
begged God for her answer to be legal.
" One night I walked into your boss's room and saw a drawing book. All
the drawings were amazing but I had three favorites, the flowers, the
fruit bowl and the sky. So i put them all in on since I couldn't decide
which one I liked most"
Hunter draws!??
That explains the talent in Louisa.
And that should be the night he caught her in his room.
" Wow Louisa, this is awesome. How did you learn to finish up your
shades?" I asked, this was too much to comprehend.
" I did the tiny lines with a pencil I found in the living room "
I was still admiring the work and realising the more reasons why the
poor boy doubted her.
" I'll be sure to frame this, now come get ready for bed" I put the book
down and patted the space by my side.
" Will you read me a story?"
" Of course I will " I smiled at her cuteness.
" Yay!! First I'm thirsty " Then she ran out of the room with a platter
of footsteps.
I just chuckled to myself.
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Hunter's P.O.V.
Coming out from the shower and I discovered I'm actually hungrier than I
thought.
So I put on a pair of boxers with a sleeveless white shirt and took my
phone to the kitchen.
A clatter of cups and spoons makes me assume that Cheryn is still up.
When I passed by the living room, I checked by the clock to confirm what
time exactly it was and it's ten PM.
Not exactly late.
I entered the kitchen and someone little was trying to reach for the
highest shelf in the refrigerator.
Louisa, I think is her name, was on the kitchen stool and still on her
tip toes to try and get something in there.
This kid is really small, how old is she again ?
" You could have just called your mom to help you " I said by the
entrance to the kitchen.
She screeched when she heard my voice, clearly not expecting me and
jumped down from the stool.
In seconds she shut the door to the fridge and turned to look at me.
" I-I'm sorry " She sounds like someone just scolded her and was waiting
for an apology.
Which had me wondering why her reaction.
I sighed and walked towards the refrigerator that was previously opened,
and she cautiously took at least six steps back away from me.
" What did you want ?" I opened the left side of it's double door and
scanned the first plane for what she could actually be looking for.
" Uhm, water" She whispered, but I'm glad it was loud enough to be
heard.
I pulled out a big sized bottle and gave it to her.
At least she wouldn't need to come here again tonight.
" Here" She stretches out her arms and because of her small size had to
hug the bottle to her frame.
" T-thank you " She whispered again and ran out of the kitchen.
I scanned the fridge and saw some left over pizza I can help myself
with.
Transferring it to a flat ceramic plate, I put it in the microwave to
warm up.
It was during my wait that a call came into my cellphone.
Dylan..
" So you finally decided it's today your important message needed to be
sent across?"
" Put a sock in it Hunter, I have more important things to handle than
you " His words sounded harsh but luckily I know he never means it.
" Like what if I may ask?" I took a seat on the counter and watched the
microwave count down.
" I'll be in New York next week and I'm coming to visit "
" Visit? Me? Or-?"
" Shut up. It's you dimwit "
" So does this mean Dylan misses me or...?" I loved teasing him.
" It means I have work to do and I decided to make sure I have no nieces
or nephews yet"
" Smooth "
" Whatever. Prepare for me. That's all" He snaps into the phone.
" What? No goodnight?" A smile dancing on my lips.
" Get out of my cellphone " .
I laughed at his response and ended the phone call.
At the same time the microwave went off with a bell ding.