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[Sept 3] [Original] Yellow Canvas
Title: Yellow Canvas
Day/Theme: Sept 03 / IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN, LIFE
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:OC/OC (lolol)
Rating: PG-13
Note: Well, I was mainly just flexing my fingers with some random characters I came up with on the spot. I don't like how Aidan came out, but other than that. I am pretty happy with what I did.
“Excuse me?”
Jessica Siebert blinked as she looked at her boss across the small dining table before her. Her boss, Louis Porter, wasn't exactly the most agreeable person on the planet so seeing a bright smile on that wrinkled face was shocking... almost scary. The man laughed... the sound came out rough and slightly practiced. He raised a brow, his brown eyes glinting. “I was making you an offer Ms. Siebert. You obviously need the money and I know how tough it must be to be my secretary.”
She knew this was coming. The lewd look in his eyes was a big give away. She lowered her eyes to her salad, suddenly wishing she had ordered that fabulous sounding velvet cake. Maybe then she would have looked like a pig and it would have had her boss less interested. She sighed, her blue eyes snapping back up to him. She slumped in her chair. “I have a boyfriend, sir.”
“So? And I have a wife! Milly won't need to know and your little boyfriend won't need to know as well. It would be nice to have a little romp in the back of my car, don't you think?”
She tried not to let her lip curl show or have her eyes roll, but it was hard not too. This man had to be half her age! The gray hair and wrinkles said he had to be at least in his 60s, maybe older. He chuckled, his hand coveting a feel from underneath the table. “Come now, Ms. Siebert. I've seen the way you dress in the office.”
The way she dressed? Were business skirts that bad? Sure, they looked short on her, but with her long legs and voluptuous ass, she couldn't help it. She didn't want them to be baggy around her middle, but her bottom was definitely to blame. Cursed ass! She moved her leg away from his hand. “This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Porter.”
He frowned, crossing his arms. “What? Are you saying you dressed like that just to be in the office?”
She grit her teeth. What was he talking about? Was it because she wore make up to work? That she styled her hair? Her brows dipped inward. “I'm sorry sir, but I think you're mistaken. I've never had a... sinful thought about you, not even once.”
The man's firm frown spoke of his displeasure. He lifted his wine glass, twirling it lightly, watching the liquid move around. He sighed. “You know, Ms. Siebert... I don't normally do this for all of my secretaries. I certainly don't take any of my employees out for a nice dinner alone. It's too costly! However...”
She twitched as he leaned forward, a thick finger wrapping around one of her loose blond curls. “in your case I was willing to... for a price, of course.”
“I never heard anything of this price.”
“Well, I thought you had been interested... are you?”
Was the man daft? What part of 'I have a boyfriend' does he not understand? On the other hand... she could lose her job over this. Her job was crucial for her... but this man... the so-called boss was trying to persuade her to just give away her body... she frowned deeply, eyes averting his face.
“I'm sorry, sir. I'm not.”
Her pride was much more important to her.
–
Aidan Pearson chuckled as he finished applying some yellow to his painting. He stood back and smiled at the field of sunflowers. He loved painted beautiful things... and he knew just what he wanted in this field of sunflowers. He grinned. Surely once it was completely, he could make some money off of it... He wouldn't say a hundred, but maybe 50... hell he'd take 20 even! Of course he had to work on the illustrations for a children's book as well... life was hard for a freelance artist. He perked up when he heard the keys in the door.
He grinned and stood up, watching as his lovely girlfriend walked through the door... the one he wanted in that field of sunflowers. He walked over to her, ready to take her in his arms and love her up when he noticed her expression. She looked hurt, angry, and just plain frustrated. He frowned. Where was that lovely smile he loved so much? He pressed his index and middle finger under her chin, lifting her head up... those pale blue eyes were filled with tears. He frowned.
“Jessica?”
Jessica pouted, then flung herself into his arms. “Oh Aidan!”
Aidan blinked, wincing as he watched as some of the fresh paint on his shirt wiped off on to her nice dress. He laid the paint brush down and wrapped his arms around her as well, resting his dark head against her light one. “What is it?”
She growled. “... that damn Porter.”
“Porter? Your boss?”
“Yes... he... fired me.”
He froze, then pulled her away lightly. “What happened!?”
“He tried to convince me to have sex with him. I said no.”
Aidan gritted his teeth. He had never met Louis Porter, but Jessica had told him plenty about the man. He sighed, hugging her close. He hated the idea of some perverted geezer trying to touch her intimately. She sniffled, then he smiled. That was usually a good sign for her... she was calming down. He laughed. “I'm glad you said no, I don't know what I'd do if he were better than me.”
She frowned, hitting him lightly. She then spotted the painting. “Oh, you've been painting again.”
He flushed. “No need to sound disappointed.”
“...”
He rubbed the back of his head, then smiled sheepishly at her. “I'd like to paint you in those sunflowers... if that's okay?”
“...Aidan... you know that won't sell.”
“Why not?”
“Because, who buys a painting of a stranger?”
“Someone loved the Mona Lisa that much.”
She frowned. “That was then, this is now. People don't have the money to spend on drawings and paintings like this.”
Aidan huffed. “Well, someone will buy my paintings!”
Jessica's brow furrowed again. She really didn't want to go through this conversation now. She was already angry and Aidan trying to justify his hobby as a possible job wasn't helping. They both just lost the main source of their income and here he was, painting as if there wasn't a care in the world! She loved him, she really did... but he seemed to have a hard time grasping the fact that life wasn't a fairytale and you didn't get to live your dream.
She glanced down at her shoes, only to have her eyes brought to the vivid blue, yellow, and green smeared all over her expensive white dress... the only nice dress she owned. She felt her fingers curl.
“Damn it Aidan!! Why didn't you tell me you were covered in paint!?”
She quickly remembered the mess and frowned. “I'm sorry... you were just so upset I forgot.”
“Fuck!”
She threw down her purse and sat down on the sagging couch. Aidan glanced from his sunny sunflower painting to his angry girlfriend. He sat beside her. “I'll buy you a new dress.”
“With what Aidan? With what?”
His own blue eyes widened and watched her snap her head up and glare at him. “With your paintings? With the money from your little illustrations? We can't afford another dress like that one! We have bills to pay! Money doesn't grow on trees!”
“I know that!”
“Then act like it, for once!”
“I try to! But one of us has to be optimistic about it all!”
She hiccuped... she shook her head. “I'm going to my mother's.”
“... What? Jessie! This is absurd, all over a fucking dre-.”
“NO! It's not about the dress, it's about you! You and you're little paintings. You go off and spend money on paints, canvases, oils... and never bring in more than what you spent! You live in this world as if it's filled with your precious paintings! It's not though Aidan! It's not! And when you finally come down to earth, that's when I'll come back!”
“Jessie...”
She slammed the door shut.
–
Jane Siebert sighed as she listened to her daughter talk of the events that had just happened. When she had first met Aidan Pearson, she knew the two of them would end up together. The 7-year-old boy had handed her 5-year-old daughter a flower and told her to always smile. She knew as she watched the two of them grow up together that they would fall in love. And she unfortunately knew young Aidan was enthusiastic with the arts, a very poor career field... he was as stubborn as he was in love with her daughter and relentlessly tried to do his best with those paintings.
But pastels and prisms alone didn't bring food to the table. And Jessica was just now realizing it. She sniffled, looking up at her mom. Jane took her daughter's face in her hands. “Oh Jessie... My sweet Jess. I knew that young man would end up like this.”
“What do I do, ma? I love him... but... I don't know if I can deal with this.” She licked her lips. “I am thankful he is so optimistic, but... he isn't thinking of the future at all... just the now and he thinks everything will be fine if she just has his paintings!”
“I don't think it's the paintings he cares about, but more of what's in them.”
Jessica frowned, looking up at her mother. “What do you mean?”
“Well, have you actually seen his paintings?”
Her nose wrinkled. “I have... he's good, but all he ever does is paint me! Me in a bathing suit, me in a field of flowers, me in the grocery store...”
“Yes, you... you and your smile, Jessie. He loves you and tries to capture your beauty in his paintings. Sure, he doesn't make that much money... but is money really that important?”
“Mom... you can't live without money.”
“Yes dear, I know that... but you can always get another job. Keep trying. But Aidan... you only find guys like that once in a lifetime. Don't lose him.”
–
Aidan picked up his paint brush, eying it for a moment. Its bristles dried in yellow paint... the paint he had used for the beautiful visage of sunflowers on the canvas before him. What use were the sunflowers now though? The most important part of the whole painting was missing now. Perhaps Jessica was right... painting couldn't provide a living for him, at least not yet. He should go out and find a job... he took the paintbrush and held it under the sink faucet... watching the yellow bleed out from those bristles and travel down the drain. He dropped the brush when he heard the door open.
“... Aidan?”
His heart pounded and he turned toward her. She was now wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt... Her hair was pulled back from her fair and up in ponytail. Her face was free of make-up and her eyes rimmed red from crying. The t-shirt was baggy and head her bosom and the pants were almost too short for her long legs. She panted, brushing away some stray hairs that had resisted being held down in a ponytail and Aidan's heart flipped.
“Aidan... I'm sorry.”
Aidan smiled lightly and made his way over to her. He thumbed the side of her mouth, their blue eyes locking and he chuckled lightly. “I knew you'd be back.”
She smiled lightly. “Now isn't the time to be cocky. How about an apology?”
“Mm? An apology, huh? How about this...”
She gasped as he dropped to his knees. “Jessica, I'm truly and deeply sorry.”
“Get up you idiot!”
“I'm not finished. I know I'm an idiot. I'm no millionaire and I don't have the skills to be one of those prodigies that make fortunes... I don't know if I'll even reach middle class...”
“Aidan.”
“But, I love you. I love you more than any money could ever buy. And if you're willing to put up with me and my lack of money... I'd be the happiest man on earth.”
She sighed. “Aidan, please get up.”
He frowned, pushing himself up and even as he stood before her, their height now matched... he still looked like he was a beaten puppy. She stifled a giggle, then placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Your painting isn't finished.”
“Uh?”
She gave him a bright smile. “Don't you need finish it?”
He watched her as she walked over to the canvas, turning toward him delicately and smiled again. “How do you think I'd look in these clothe for the painting?”
He laughed lightly. Then smiled. “You'd look lovely no matter what you wore.”
She rolled her eyes. “So corny! Well... are you going to paint or not?”
“A-Ah! I need to sketch first.”
She smiled, watching him take the canvas and settle down in a chair before her. She watched him with loving eyes. Sure, he was an idiot... and he didn't make good money, but she loved him. He was her idiot and if painting was the thing he did well, she'd let him do it for her. Because even if the smell of paint and oils got on her nerves, she was always happy to see him finish a painting... just for her.
(The End)
Day/Theme: Sept 03 / IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN, LIFE
Series: Original
Character/Pairing:OC/OC (lolol)
Rating: PG-13
Note: Well, I was mainly just flexing my fingers with some random characters I came up with on the spot. I don't like how Aidan came out, but other than that. I am pretty happy with what I did.
“Excuse me?”
Jessica Siebert blinked as she looked at her boss across the small dining table before her. Her boss, Louis Porter, wasn't exactly the most agreeable person on the planet so seeing a bright smile on that wrinkled face was shocking... almost scary. The man laughed... the sound came out rough and slightly practiced. He raised a brow, his brown eyes glinting. “I was making you an offer Ms. Siebert. You obviously need the money and I know how tough it must be to be my secretary.”
She knew this was coming. The lewd look in his eyes was a big give away. She lowered her eyes to her salad, suddenly wishing she had ordered that fabulous sounding velvet cake. Maybe then she would have looked like a pig and it would have had her boss less interested. She sighed, her blue eyes snapping back up to him. She slumped in her chair. “I have a boyfriend, sir.”
“So? And I have a wife! Milly won't need to know and your little boyfriend won't need to know as well. It would be nice to have a little romp in the back of my car, don't you think?”
She tried not to let her lip curl show or have her eyes roll, but it was hard not too. This man had to be half her age! The gray hair and wrinkles said he had to be at least in his 60s, maybe older. He chuckled, his hand coveting a feel from underneath the table. “Come now, Ms. Siebert. I've seen the way you dress in the office.”
The way she dressed? Were business skirts that bad? Sure, they looked short on her, but with her long legs and voluptuous ass, she couldn't help it. She didn't want them to be baggy around her middle, but her bottom was definitely to blame. Cursed ass! She moved her leg away from his hand. “This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Porter.”
He frowned, crossing his arms. “What? Are you saying you dressed like that just to be in the office?”
She grit her teeth. What was he talking about? Was it because she wore make up to work? That she styled her hair? Her brows dipped inward. “I'm sorry sir, but I think you're mistaken. I've never had a... sinful thought about you, not even once.”
The man's firm frown spoke of his displeasure. He lifted his wine glass, twirling it lightly, watching the liquid move around. He sighed. “You know, Ms. Siebert... I don't normally do this for all of my secretaries. I certainly don't take any of my employees out for a nice dinner alone. It's too costly! However...”
She twitched as he leaned forward, a thick finger wrapping around one of her loose blond curls. “in your case I was willing to... for a price, of course.”
“I never heard anything of this price.”
“Well, I thought you had been interested... are you?”
Was the man daft? What part of 'I have a boyfriend' does he not understand? On the other hand... she could lose her job over this. Her job was crucial for her... but this man... the so-called boss was trying to persuade her to just give away her body... she frowned deeply, eyes averting his face.
“I'm sorry, sir. I'm not.”
Her pride was much more important to her.
–
Aidan Pearson chuckled as he finished applying some yellow to his painting. He stood back and smiled at the field of sunflowers. He loved painted beautiful things... and he knew just what he wanted in this field of sunflowers. He grinned. Surely once it was completely, he could make some money off of it... He wouldn't say a hundred, but maybe 50... hell he'd take 20 even! Of course he had to work on the illustrations for a children's book as well... life was hard for a freelance artist. He perked up when he heard the keys in the door.
He grinned and stood up, watching as his lovely girlfriend walked through the door... the one he wanted in that field of sunflowers. He walked over to her, ready to take her in his arms and love her up when he noticed her expression. She looked hurt, angry, and just plain frustrated. He frowned. Where was that lovely smile he loved so much? He pressed his index and middle finger under her chin, lifting her head up... those pale blue eyes were filled with tears. He frowned.
“Jessica?”
Jessica pouted, then flung herself into his arms. “Oh Aidan!”
Aidan blinked, wincing as he watched as some of the fresh paint on his shirt wiped off on to her nice dress. He laid the paint brush down and wrapped his arms around her as well, resting his dark head against her light one. “What is it?”
She growled. “... that damn Porter.”
“Porter? Your boss?”
“Yes... he... fired me.”
He froze, then pulled her away lightly. “What happened!?”
“He tried to convince me to have sex with him. I said no.”
Aidan gritted his teeth. He had never met Louis Porter, but Jessica had told him plenty about the man. He sighed, hugging her close. He hated the idea of some perverted geezer trying to touch her intimately. She sniffled, then he smiled. That was usually a good sign for her... she was calming down. He laughed. “I'm glad you said no, I don't know what I'd do if he were better than me.”
She frowned, hitting him lightly. She then spotted the painting. “Oh, you've been painting again.”
He flushed. “No need to sound disappointed.”
“...”
He rubbed the back of his head, then smiled sheepishly at her. “I'd like to paint you in those sunflowers... if that's okay?”
“...Aidan... you know that won't sell.”
“Why not?”
“Because, who buys a painting of a stranger?”
“Someone loved the Mona Lisa that much.”
She frowned. “That was then, this is now. People don't have the money to spend on drawings and paintings like this.”
Aidan huffed. “Well, someone will buy my paintings!”
Jessica's brow furrowed again. She really didn't want to go through this conversation now. She was already angry and Aidan trying to justify his hobby as a possible job wasn't helping. They both just lost the main source of their income and here he was, painting as if there wasn't a care in the world! She loved him, she really did... but he seemed to have a hard time grasping the fact that life wasn't a fairytale and you didn't get to live your dream.
She glanced down at her shoes, only to have her eyes brought to the vivid blue, yellow, and green smeared all over her expensive white dress... the only nice dress she owned. She felt her fingers curl.
“Damn it Aidan!! Why didn't you tell me you were covered in paint!?”
She quickly remembered the mess and frowned. “I'm sorry... you were just so upset I forgot.”
“Fuck!”
She threw down her purse and sat down on the sagging couch. Aidan glanced from his sunny sunflower painting to his angry girlfriend. He sat beside her. “I'll buy you a new dress.”
“With what Aidan? With what?”
His own blue eyes widened and watched her snap her head up and glare at him. “With your paintings? With the money from your little illustrations? We can't afford another dress like that one! We have bills to pay! Money doesn't grow on trees!”
“I know that!”
“Then act like it, for once!”
“I try to! But one of us has to be optimistic about it all!”
She hiccuped... she shook her head. “I'm going to my mother's.”
“... What? Jessie! This is absurd, all over a fucking dre-.”
“NO! It's not about the dress, it's about you! You and you're little paintings. You go off and spend money on paints, canvases, oils... and never bring in more than what you spent! You live in this world as if it's filled with your precious paintings! It's not though Aidan! It's not! And when you finally come down to earth, that's when I'll come back!”
“Jessie...”
She slammed the door shut.
–
Jane Siebert sighed as she listened to her daughter talk of the events that had just happened. When she had first met Aidan Pearson, she knew the two of them would end up together. The 7-year-old boy had handed her 5-year-old daughter a flower and told her to always smile. She knew as she watched the two of them grow up together that they would fall in love. And she unfortunately knew young Aidan was enthusiastic with the arts, a very poor career field... he was as stubborn as he was in love with her daughter and relentlessly tried to do his best with those paintings.
But pastels and prisms alone didn't bring food to the table. And Jessica was just now realizing it. She sniffled, looking up at her mom. Jane took her daughter's face in her hands. “Oh Jessie... My sweet Jess. I knew that young man would end up like this.”
“What do I do, ma? I love him... but... I don't know if I can deal with this.” She licked her lips. “I am thankful he is so optimistic, but... he isn't thinking of the future at all... just the now and he thinks everything will be fine if she just has his paintings!”
“I don't think it's the paintings he cares about, but more of what's in them.”
Jessica frowned, looking up at her mother. “What do you mean?”
“Well, have you actually seen his paintings?”
Her nose wrinkled. “I have... he's good, but all he ever does is paint me! Me in a bathing suit, me in a field of flowers, me in the grocery store...”
“Yes, you... you and your smile, Jessie. He loves you and tries to capture your beauty in his paintings. Sure, he doesn't make that much money... but is money really that important?”
“Mom... you can't live without money.”
“Yes dear, I know that... but you can always get another job. Keep trying. But Aidan... you only find guys like that once in a lifetime. Don't lose him.”
–
Aidan picked up his paint brush, eying it for a moment. Its bristles dried in yellow paint... the paint he had used for the beautiful visage of sunflowers on the canvas before him. What use were the sunflowers now though? The most important part of the whole painting was missing now. Perhaps Jessica was right... painting couldn't provide a living for him, at least not yet. He should go out and find a job... he took the paintbrush and held it under the sink faucet... watching the yellow bleed out from those bristles and travel down the drain. He dropped the brush when he heard the door open.
“... Aidan?”
His heart pounded and he turned toward her. She was now wearing a pair of jeans and t-shirt... Her hair was pulled back from her fair and up in ponytail. Her face was free of make-up and her eyes rimmed red from crying. The t-shirt was baggy and head her bosom and the pants were almost too short for her long legs. She panted, brushing away some stray hairs that had resisted being held down in a ponytail and Aidan's heart flipped.
“Aidan... I'm sorry.”
Aidan smiled lightly and made his way over to her. He thumbed the side of her mouth, their blue eyes locking and he chuckled lightly. “I knew you'd be back.”
She smiled lightly. “Now isn't the time to be cocky. How about an apology?”
“Mm? An apology, huh? How about this...”
She gasped as he dropped to his knees. “Jessica, I'm truly and deeply sorry.”
“Get up you idiot!”
“I'm not finished. I know I'm an idiot. I'm no millionaire and I don't have the skills to be one of those prodigies that make fortunes... I don't know if I'll even reach middle class...”
“Aidan.”
“But, I love you. I love you more than any money could ever buy. And if you're willing to put up with me and my lack of money... I'd be the happiest man on earth.”
She sighed. “Aidan, please get up.”
He frowned, pushing himself up and even as he stood before her, their height now matched... he still looked like he was a beaten puppy. She stifled a giggle, then placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Your painting isn't finished.”
“Uh?”
She gave him a bright smile. “Don't you need finish it?”
He watched her as she walked over to the canvas, turning toward him delicately and smiled again. “How do you think I'd look in these clothe for the painting?”
He laughed lightly. Then smiled. “You'd look lovely no matter what you wore.”
She rolled her eyes. “So corny! Well... are you going to paint or not?”
“A-Ah! I need to sketch first.”
She smiled, watching him take the canvas and settle down in a chair before her. She watched him with loving eyes. Sure, he was an idiot... and he didn't make good money, but she loved him. He was her idiot and if painting was the thing he did well, she'd let him do it for her. Because even if the smell of paint and oils got on her nerves, she was always happy to see him finish a painting... just for her.
(The End)