The rain was pouring down harder than usual, Michael was a little disappointed. He was expecting a beautiful blue sky and bright rays of sunshine beaming over the studio. He buttoned up the buttons to his coat and put his fedora hat on. He walked outside to his limo ride and opened the door as quickly as he could.
"CRAP!" He heard a female voice shout outside, he looked out of the window, it was Justine. He rolled his eyes and buckled up. He'd had just about enough of her already. He saw smoke flying out of the back of the car. It wouldn't start up. He didn't care, he wasn't going to even bother.
"Ready sir?" the chauffer asked.
"Yes," Michael said, he continued to stare out of the window as they drove off, he saw her lock the doors and head to the bus stop. He sighed, why did he have such a kind heart?
"Can we turn back around? I can't let her wait on the bus it's storming like crazy out here," Michael said.
"Of course," the chauffer turned back around.
Michael rolled the window down, "Do you need a ride?"
Justine looked embarrassed, "No."
"Are you sure?" Michael asked.
"Yes I'm sure," Justine said, fixing her hood.
"Look it's raining really-"
"I SAID I DON'T NEED A RIDE OKAY!? THANK YOU!" Justine turned her back to him. Michael could've thrown a fit by now. He got out of the car, his long black curly hair hanging in his face underneath his fedora hat.
"You don't like me, I honestly don't like you either. But I refuse to let you wait in all of this rain, now can you please let me take you home? And I promise I will never, ever talk to you again," Michael said.
"Do you keep your promises?" Justine asked. Michael couldn't believe this.
"Yes," he said. She headed into the limousine and buckled up, Michael following.
Besides the directions to Justine's house, the entire ride was completely silent. Michael slipped his sunglasses on, he felt more hidden that way since she didn't want to be around him. He saw her peeking at him every now and then through the corner of her eye. She pulled out her notepad again, Michael tried to sneak a few peeks at it himself as she didn't pay attension.
"What does that consist of?" Michael asked.
"Personal stuff," she leaned over a little so he couldn't see.
"Oh..." Michael nodded, there was a short silence. She flipped to a page, "Water color paintings, I did them in a notebook because I didn't have paper at the time, other than that there's stories and sketches," she shrugged.
"Can I see it?" Michael asked.
"Are you crazy?" she shook her head, "You can see this one page," she handed him the book, trusting him not to flip the page. She knew he wouldn't, she'd kill him if he did.
"Wooow, this is nice," Michael smiled, it was a river by alot of land with the illusion of tears from Jesus. He handed her the book back, he could see she was waiting for it.
"Don't over estimate it," she closed it and threw it in her purse, looking out of the window.
"It's really fantastic though, do you paint alot or is it just a side thing?" Michael asked.
"Alot," she said. They pulled up in front of her house.
"That's amazing, I didn't know that.. But then again there's no wonderng why I didn't," Michael said quietly, he felt like he should be quiet already. The chauffer came around and opened the door for Justine, "Oh we're here already?" he asked.
"Yeah..." she said, she was happy that he actually acknowledged her art, no one else did beside her parents. "Do you wanna come in?" she asked slowly, not sure if she should have or not. Michael tried not to look too excited, "Um.. Sure.." He smiled and got out of the car.
They walked up the stairs and into the victorian styled house, it was beautiful to Michael. She took her keyes out and opened the door. "This is nice," Michael said as they entered. Justine closed the door behind them, "It's my grandfather's old house... He passed it down to me," she said. She never smiled as she spoke, or had any tone to her voice to show that she was just a wee bit happy at all.
"Oh I see, is it because you are an only child? Orrr?" Michael asked. It took a while for Justine to answer, she took her jacket off and threw it on the couch, then burned an inscent. Michael waited patiently. Finally she turned around, un-tying her hair and shaking it out, "Yeah, I was adopted," she said, "my biological grandfather passed this house down to me anyways though, and my parents presented it to me when I finally turned eighteen, a few weeks later he died though, so I'm here alone. But it's okay he's here with me spiritually,"
Michael felt bad, "How did he die?"
"Old age, nothing bad," she shrugged. Michael looked around the floor, he saw paint brushes and canvases everywhere.
"Did you paint all of these pictures on the walls?" Michael asked as he looked around.
"Mhm," she said, cleaning up the brushes, she saw Michael looking at them.
"Need any help?" Michael bent down to pick up a brush.
"No, it's my mess, I'll clean it up," she said, "But thanks," she smiled. This was the first time Michael ever saw her smile at him before. "You can sit down if you'd like, do you want anything to drink? Eat?" she asked.
"Just a glass of water please?" Michael asked, he was a little thirsty. He sat on the couch, it was comfy. Justine put the brushes away and went to the kitchen. Michael sat there patiently, the couch was so soft he could lay down and just take a nap. She came back with a glass of water and watched him take a sip.
"Thank you, God bless you," he sipped.
"I spit in it," she said.
"WHAT!?" Michael gasped.
Justine laughed, "I was joking, I didn't do anything to it," she sat down.
"Don't scare me like that," Michael laughed a little, "You look like you would too," he shook his head and took another sip.
"But I should be going, I have alot on my schedule, but it was nice stopping by." Michael said.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," She got up to close the door behind him. Michael didn't know if he should give her a hug or anything, he looked at her for some sort of sign, she didn't do anything so he left, "Bye" he smiled.
