Hey everyone this is the first chapter of "Art, music and romance" rewritten! I hope you all enjoy it as much, if not more than before!
Alec POV
I loved drawing, particularly landscapes, it was the beauty of my own surroundings and bring them to life that I loved most about it. I breathed in the air around me as the wind blew, rustling the leaves of the tree I was perched in. I got myself comfortable my A3 note pad in my lap and half the beautiful landscape covering the page, I must've fallen asleep drawing as I couldn't find my pencil and I felt slightly disorientated.
I leaned forward slightly to get a better look at where my pencil could have fallen and before I knew it I felt a burning pain stab through my lower back along with a silent yet still audio crack, "crap" I mutter to myself stumbling back up after falling from the tree.
"That was my new pencil" I said once again to no one in particular, feeling rather upset with myself. This was the fourth pencil I had gotten in the past week I couldn't find a good pencil since I lost flow (yes I named my previous pencil) Flow had been with me since senior year until recently, after two years of faithfulness she ran way to short, I could barely hold her let alone draw with her anymore, so I was forced to go on the hunt for a new favourite which unfortunately wasn't going to well.
I bent down to retrieve the two broken pieces of my pencil which was laying on the floor, when another ghastly wind swept past me this time sending shivers down my spine causing me too jump.
"You OK?" I heard a voice call out to me causing me to stop dead in my tracks and slowly turn around, this was where I found the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes upon and from there I couldn't bring myself to speak, trying to answer his question proved a difficult thing which resulted in a strange inaudible murmur.
When he opened his mouth again I was even further lost with my words. "I'm sorry darling I don't understand mumbling could you rephrase?" He grinned at me as he spoke and I felt myself melting and burning up all at once.
"Ahhh" I said this time looking up at this mysterious stranger, who had such a way with words and here I am making baby sounds at him like I never even learned how to speak English, maybe his beauty had some sort of power over people making them, so star struck by him that they could no longer function.
"aww you're too cute but sorry darling I don't speak ahhh either try again maybe this time English" the stranger said adding a sexy wink on the end.
(What the hell did I just call this guy's wink sexy?) I can only imagine the horrible shade of red my skin must be at this point and to top it off I was still mute with no words coming out my mouth although I desperately wanted to say hi it just…. just couldn't get the words to come out my mouth. So I did the only thing that I could think of doing and turned around ready to walk away, when all of a sudden I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.
"Don't leave," the man then paused for a brief second before continuing "please"
" w-w-w-h—y- n-n-n-ot" great I finally find my voice, and it sounds just as bad if not worse as the babbling, now he's really going to think I never learned to speak English properly. Ultimately, I just kept my fingers crossed that he understood what I had said and wouldn't run.
"Firstly, you haven't answered my question from before." He stated with a sympathetic look, something about him and the way he was looking at me, made me feel slightly flustered.
"W-w-w-w-h-h-a-t?" I asked sounding seriously stupid to my own ears and probably looking very confused.
"Oh, you are just too cute," wait what? "The questions where I asked you if you were alright."
Damn why does he have to be so sexy, err, I probably look like I'm a tomato the rate he's making me blush.
"U-u-u-m-m, yeah w-w-h-y y-o-u a-s-s-k?" damn it I sound so idiotic at least I got the 'yeah' out of my mouth without a stutter. I mentally slapped myself for not even construction the sentence properly.
"Really I just saw you fall from up there in the top of the tree." He said this with a dramatic gesture pointing to the top of the tree where I had been perched a mere 5 minutes ago, before tumbling to what felt like my doom, but that was in the past now and it turns out it wasn't my doom in the end.
"Umm well yeah it, it d-didn't hurt" wow I did it, I formulated a sentence almost stutter free in front of this beautiful man.
"Well I had better make sure of that, any one I can call?"
"I'm, I'm n-not d-dying you know, I-I I'm fine"
"I can see that you're not dying but, I just wanted to see if there was anyone I could call for you"
"Well umm no there's not but that doesn't matter." I couldn't believe I just told this man that, I had told almost no one (given that's probably because I know no one to tell).
I leaned down to pick up my drawing pad which at this point was on the floor because it fell with me, but before I could pick it up there was a glittery hand with blue finger nails on each of his long slender fingers.
"e-e-e-e-x-u-s-e-mm-e" shit the stuttering is back 'yay' I didn't even know why I was stuttering was it because I didn't want him to see my drawings? Well if it was that it was clearly too late to stop him he was already paging through the book like he was the art teacher and I his giddy, shy and emo kid.
"Wow these are amazing!"
"Uh thanks"
As I said that he took the drawing part of the broken pencil out of my hand and wrote something on the inside front page of the pad. What was he writing?
I was in two minds about taring my pad out of those slender hands, stopping him in his tracks but I was curious to know, the hopeful part of my mind wishing for his number and the logical part of my mind knowing it won't happen.
Curiosity got the best of me as I peered over his writing hand into the pad, the man however, kept covering the page blocking my view, he was infuriating, and I found it rather thrilling. After the fourth time of trying to sneak peek at what he was trying to do I gave up realising he wasn't going to let me see until he had finished what it was he was doing.
Rather than awkwardly watching him I checked my phone for the time since I had to be somewhere by 6.30. "shit it's already 20 past..." I mumbled under my breath not realising that my words had been verbalised.
The man in front of me looked up from the corner of my drawing pad, eyebrows frowned, it was cute, until he was looking up into my eyes, it felt like he was searching my eyes for every insecurity and it made me want to melt into him. What the hell am I thinking I've only just met him and I will probably never see him again.
"So, he speaks without a stutter." He says a questioning look in his eyes despite his statement not being a question, I felt my face burning with the tell tale signs of a blush.
Admittedly what I did next was stupid but I grabbed my drawing pad from him as quickly as I could and ran, I'm an idiot.
I don't know what came over me and why I ran but I did, it was the only thing I could think of doing in my petrified and nervous state, part of me had hoped he would try and stop me as he had before but he didn't, he let me run and it was a relief, maybe a disappointment too but mostly relief.
I ran until I got to the hospital, my muscles burning and heart racing, it was twenty to seven by the time I had arrived and I nearly kicked myself, Jem wasn't going to be too impressed at my tardiness. I walked through the hospital making my way to the psychological department slumping myself into my usual seat of the waiting room.
I knew my lateness would've led Jem to let someone else into their session, it would make sense I suppose, Jem is my councillor, the only person I could really speak too and even though he was paid to talk to me he was the closest thing I had to a friend and he knew it.
I took my time taking in the familiar surroundings, I'd been here enough times to navigate my way around the room blindfolded. Nothing had really changed since last week, the walls where still a shocking white colour, which I'm sure would blind you if you stared at them long enough. The chairs where still the same worn shade of maroon, a shade which was matched by the carpet covering the middle of the tiled floor. The only thing that really changed was the rotation of magazines sat on the small coffee table in the centre of the room.
The crayons laying on the edge of the table reminded me of the colourful man I had met earlier that day, who seemed to enjoy defacing my drawing pad.
It was then that I remembered that I still didn't know what he had scribbled in it, with that in mind I took the book out my bag, opening it to the page probably too eagerly.
Hey blue eyes, my name is Magnus by the way, I figured I wouldn't get to tell you since I had a feeling you would have to or want to leave soon. I would really like to know who you are since you are beautiful so with that said,
074 153 9918 call me ;)
He called me beautiful… that's no way true he was the beautiful one! He left his number… did he really want me to call him… he's probably already forgotten that he met me right? I mean he wouldn't notice if I didn't call him.
With that I closed the pad and put it away trying and failing at keeping my mind off of those green cat like eyes and the number written in my pad.