Part 15
"Your running away? why?" Paul asked curiously.
"Why do you think. My Dads being a total prick and i cant stand it"
He looked at me for a few minutes and smiled. He ushered me into his shed.
"Well you need somewhere to stay i guess... so you can stay here for a while"
I dropped my stuff and hugged Paul. He blushed, but hugged me back.
"Hey Chris?" He said dropping his grip.
"Im thinking of entering an art competition and i was wondering if you could give your opinion on my painting"
"Sure"
He lead me over to his painting and i was speechless. It was a painting that looked like.. well, it was a mind. It was a head, and i could see its thoughts... it was confusing, yet so understandable. I really couldnt describe it.
"Well?"
"Paul... its...."
"You dont like it.. i knew it... i shouldnt even bother..."
"NO!... no.. its fantastic... its the best painting ive ever seen... and im not just being nice"
"Really?"
"Yes really... its amazing..."
We were standing so close, he had his hand on my shoulder. I felt his breath on my neck and a shiver went down my spine. My heart was beating so heard i was sure he heard it. My hands began to shake. I turned around to face him, we looked at eachother for such a long time. We slowly moved in and i could almost feel his lips on mine, and then we heard a knock at the door.
"Id .... better ... get that" Paul said quietly.
"Huh? oh... yeah".
He went over to the door and i sat down on the couch.
"Yeah mum... no... no i havent seen her.... ok... umm.. can you bring my dinner out here tonight... and give me a little extra... im really hungry, i missed lunch. Ok.. thanks"
He closed the door and walked back over to me. He sat on the couch next to me.
"It was my mum. She got a call from your Dad asking if she'd seen you."
"Yeah i heard"
"Do you want me to sleep out here with you tonight. It can get a little lonley out here by yourself. Ive done it a few times"
I thought about his offer. I didnt really want to be out here all by myself...
"Id like that Paul" I replied without any further thought.
he got me some blankets and we fixed up a mattress. We both lay down together and we talked. We really got to know eachother.
I had the best sleep ive had in years, until there wa a pounding at the door in the morning followed by my fathers voice calling my name.
The door handle turned and heavy footsteps came toward where i was laying. The coveres were ripped from me and i saw the rage in his face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING HERE!!!!"
part 16