The Boy Who Paints Me

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Authors: Sharlay
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Coming of Age, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, Teen & Young Adult
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you do that?" I asked as a smile filled my face.
     
    "The same way you're going to do it-"
     
    "Me? No, I can't do that," I interrupted.
     
    "Have you ever tried before?" 
     
    "No."
     
    "Then how do you know that you can’t do it?" He asked as the smile on his face increased. "Come here," he said as he gently pulled me in front of him. "Ok, turn to the side, slightly and part your legs," he said as his hands guided my waist into position making it extremely hard to listen to what he was actually saying. "Now, take one of these." He handed me a smooth, grey pebble, keeping one hand on my waist. "Right, now I want you to throw it at a slight angle. Not with too much force, otherwise it'll go straight under. Don't try to make it bounce. Just hit your first point and the rest will follow, ok?" 
     
    I nodded my head.
     
    When his hand left my body, and I could finally concentrate, I took a deep breath. Taking in everything that he had just told me, I threw the pebble in my hand and watched in anticipation. I let out a deep sign as it disappeared under the water.
     
    "Don't worry, nobody becomes great without failing a few times, try again," he said, causing me to smile as I picked up another pebble.
     
    * * *
     
    Ten minutes later, and I had managed to get my pebble to bounce two times.
     
    "I did it again!" I squealed in excitement as I watched the pebble bounce away. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy. For no other reason than the fact that I was just being Rainie.
     
    "You did great, Rai," he beamed as I stood smiling to myself.
     
    "Only because of you," I replied excitedly.
     
    "No, that was all you. I showed you once. It was your own determination that did the rest." Maybe I was wrong but he looked proud, and for some strange reason I wanted him to be. I wanted to make him proud and make him smile. Why? I have no idea.
     
    "I want to show you one more thing before we go," he said as he let his hand slip into mine, causing the fire inside me to ignite. I liked the feeling his skin gave me when it touched mine, and it was something that I wanted more and more of. I quickly picked up my sandals and followed behind him.
     
    "Where are we going?" I asked as we walked in between a few trees.
     
    "Here," he said as he pointed ahead of us.
     
    "A tree?" I asked in confusion as I looked up at the tree that stood in front of me.
     
    He just laughed before placing his hands on my waist and lifting me up.
     
    "You want me to climb it?" I asked curiously. I don't know why I asked because I was going to do it anyway, for him. Why did I trust him so much?
     
    Maybe you can't....
     
    I pushed away the voice in my mind and focused on pulling myself further up the tree.
     
    "Not too far, I've seen your climbing skills remember," he chuckled.
     
    "That was once," I said as I giggled at the thought of him catching me as I fell from the ledge of Aunt Sarah’s house.
     
    “Wow,” I gasped once I was firmly sat on a thick branch. It wasn’t long before Leighton was sat next to me, admiring the beautiful view. The lake had always been beautiful to me but from up here it was...different. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Is this where you painted it?” I asked remembering his paintings.
     
    “Yeah,” he said as he kept his eyes fixed on the lake. “I come up here every now and again, when I want to be alone,” he continued. I felt like I had invaded his space but it was his choice to bring me up here. “You see, no matter how bad life is, no matter how messed up everything is, it could always be worse. We spend so much time trying to deal with our situation when all we need to do is this,” he said as he gestured to the view ahead of us.
     
    “What?” I asked.
     
    “Look at it from a different angle.”
     
    That was the last words that he spoke as we sat silently, staring out at the beautiful landscape ahead of us. I didn’t breathe a word because his comment had me deep in

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