Arthur woke to the sound of the drop of a paint bucket.
"Ah! Arthur? Are you awake?" He herd his girlfriend call from the living room. He couldn't help but smile, He thought he had told her not to worry about bringing the paint cans from the garage. He got up and walked though the hallway to the living room and sure enough, a mess of reds, blues, and greens all over the carpet. And in the middle of it was his beautiful girlfriend, Alison. She was mostly was called America by her friends, Al by her best of them, but only him and her family called her by her real name. Her hair was still messy but he thought it looked its best without all the work she put into it. Dirty, Golden, curls were in her eyes, sticking up in silly points, and even some had some pain in it. She must have tried to bring the paint in half asleep. Her bright blue eyes were in a panic trying to clean the paint off. She only had Arthur's old Beatles shirt on. It was long enough that it looked more like a dress than a shirt. And that's why she stole it. But for some reason, the shirt that was once his looked much better on her than he ever thought it looked on him. But then again, everything looked good on Alison in Arthur's opinion.
"Need some help goofball?" Alison's eyes shot up to meet her boyfriends. She looked more like a scared bunny than anything. This was the third time this week she had dropped the paint, and after the second Arthur told her that he would take care of it instead. But she just had to get this picture down before she forgot.
"I'm so sorry! I know you told me not to bring the paint in by myself but you see I just had to-" She had started to babble and Arthur knew this would go on for hours if he didn't do something. Her mouth tasted like bubble gum and chocolate, he loved that taste, and it was hers and only hers. She thought he tasted like sleep and English tea, she had never thought much of tea until Arthur came into her life, now she has acquired quite a liking to it. She closed her eyes and started to day dream about a world different than her own.
"What were you working on that you needed such bright colors?" Arthur sighed, that brought Alison right back to reality.
"Oh! I had a dream of such a pretty place I just had to start right away." This is how a lot of some of her best paintings started, just a simple dream that happened in Alison's crazy mind.
"Can I see the sketch?"
"Sure!" She stood up and dragged Arthur to the black leather sofa that faced the window that looked out on all of Broadway. They both fell on the couch and Alison tossed the sketch book to Arthur. The cover was originally black but she had cut words, quotes, and pictures from magazines and taped it to the front. It was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the art on the inside. Drawing of ships, grassy fields, houses, and even a few of Arthur himself were inside. The latest one was of a little house on a hill, there was a sunset in the background that made the picture look so real, and yet only in black in white. She was truly talented with a pencil, but her true skill was in the brush. He could hardly wait to see it finished and hanging in the apartment.
"Alison, this is beautiful! I swear you should go to school for thi-" Her head had fallen on his shoulder, 'she must be exhausted, this looks like it took her so much time to do.' He thought. He picked her up and carried her to their room and laid her down.
"Goodnight Ali, I'll see you in the morning." He whispered in her ear.
"Okay. . . Love you."
"I love you too." He kissed her cheek, tucked her in, and creped out the door, shutting it quietly behind him. He then was face-to-face with the huge stain on the carpet, he sighed.
"I swear, if I didn't love you, I would hate you." He whispered.
FIN