"Sorry about my friend earlier." you apologize, you don't need to say sorry my dear. Your friend just helped the process of winning you over a lot faster. You stand in the door way leaning on the door frame. Your hair is up in a ponytail that you probably have redone a billion times.

"This is a bit bigger than your dorm room, huh?" I laugh and you laugh along with me. Your small chuckles are so cute. They fit you perfectly, a cute california girl with a face full of freckles. The type of girls that hasn't had her first kiss yet. An innocent one.

"How can you afford all of this, aren't you like a teenager? New york is expensive!" You turn your head to look around my apartment. You bite your lip as you catch me watching all of your moves. I can tell that you're nervous by the way you're looking down at the floor.

"Well I'm turning twenty next month, but I actually own the coffee shop. It was a graduation gift from my parents." You nod your head in surprise. One day I will tell you how my parents moved away right once I graduated leaving me with nothing but a coffee shop and an incredible expensive apartment.

"Sweet. Can I sit down?" You look right at my couch, I nod my head and sit next to you. You look up at the paintings on my walls with your mouth wide open and with your eyes sparkling like stars on a new york night. 

"You paint?" You say as you look around the living room at all of my paintings. Indeed I do, I have even painted a portrait of you but that's hidden in my closet for now. 

"Yeah. My mom taught me how to paint, she was a freelance artist." She was before my dad convinced her to stop following her dreams and stay home with me. Her worst enemy, the person who ruined her life according to her.

"Oh! Perhaps you could paint me sometime, my parents would love to be sent it as a gift. Only if you want to of course!" You say with a wide smile on your face. Bright enough to light up the entire city. How could I say no to that smile?

"I could start painting you right now?" I shrug my shoulders pretending to not care. You nod your head super fast. I head into my room to search for the painting supplies. You follow me, you almost jump when you walk. Have you noticed that? 

You sit down in my bed. I hope you like it or I will buy a new one. I can't wait for you to move in, my house is way too quiet at the moment and I would love for you to change that. I bring out the painting supplies and you follow me into the living room.

"Paint me like that girl up there." You smirk at me. That's a picture of my ex... You wouldn't imagine what she did to me, but you're not like her. You're special. You're someone nice from a nice family. Not some wannabe rockstar.

Lavenders POV

I wonder who the girl on his wall is? Is that his type? Her eyeshadow is harsh with a harsh eyeliner. The entire face makeup is all smurred out. Her bright blue eyes stand out in her warm face. Her hair is super straight and clearly done to look messy. Her entire look is messy.

You don't seem like a messy type person. Your clothes never have stains on them even though you work at a coffee shop. You always wear an expensive cologne with a hint of mint. Your hair always sits perfectly on your head. 

There you stand, chewing on your lip as you look at all of my imperfections. All of my facial features from the small freckles on my nose to my smile lines. You smile at me as you slowly move up your paint brush to the canvas. 

You started to become more and more blurry. Your wide smile drifted away and so did your eyes. 

"I hope you will like..." your words started becoming more and more confusing. Until I couldn't hear your voice anymore, I could tell that your mouth was moving. The whole room started spinning. I needed to get out of there.

I started walking until...

Timothy's POV

She stood up from the couch. Her eyes were barely opened and her footsteps were slow and not steady.She looked around the room once last time until she fell down. 

"Lavender!" I stood over her unconcious body. Her breaths were fast like she was struggling to breathe. I took up my phone from my pocket. I quickly dialed in 991.

"Hello. My girlfriend just passed out. Her breaths are getting more and more fast. Please-" I yelled at the phone. I felt a tear on my cheek, my eyes were starting to tear up like waterfalls. It took me back 5 years.

"Mom! Why are you laying on the floor?" Younger me broke down on the floor. My mom laid there with a bloody nose and choking marks around her neck. Her eyes were rolled into her head. 

My dad slammed the door and got into the living room. I wrapped my arms around my knees even harder. His eyes looked directly at me, his gaze wasn't of love though. It was of rage and anger. He came closer and closer...

"Timothy right? What happened prior to the passing out?" A voice woke me up. I was now in ambulance. The nurse looked at me with her arms crossed. She looked into my eyes.

"I was going to paint a portait of her and then from no where she got up and fell down." I explained. The nurse nodded her head and wrote it down on a note. She looked down at Lavender and then up at me again. She took a deep breath...