Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 79: Friendly Fire 

EMMA’s POV : 

"What's that?"

Tristan asked as he saw me putting up a painting on my bedroom wall.

"A birthday slash housewarming gift from Ian,"I replied.

Ian spent the night last night, but he had to return to the city early this morning.

I was sore and tired from our late night sessions, I ended up sleeping until late.

That afternoon, I woke up to a USPS delivery guy ringing my doorbell and giving me this big framed thing wrapped in brown paper.

On the wrapping was also a card and it said: Dearest Emma, Since I can’t bring you to the gallery just yet, I’m bringing a small piece of the gallery to you.

Happy sweet nineteen, my love.

So grateful you came into the world because you make my world better every day.

All my heart and soul, Ian.

Ian sent me a painting of his original work, titled Paint The Town Red.

On the painting were a skyline of New York City and a silhouette of a girl standing in the middle of it all.

Everything was in black and white except for the girl and the umbrella she was carrying and it was bright red.

After hanging the painting on my bedroom wall, I stood in front of it for a couple of minutes just staring at it and wondering what it meant.

"I'm assuming this painting’s about you?"

Tristan stood next to me and tilted his head to the side, studying the painting.

"I guess so?"

"What do you think it means?"

"I'm not too sure.I've been staring at it for the past fifteen minutes.The title is Paint The Town Red, but the town is in black and white..."

I had texted Ian thank you for the gift and he asked me if I liked it or not.

I told him of course I loved it, and then he asked me if I knew what the painting meant.

I wanted to say yes, but I had been staring at it for a while now and I had no clue.

"I think I know what it means,"

Tristan said suddenly.

"What?"I turned to him quickly.

"The only thing that’s red is the girl with the umbrella.That’s the town, not the actual building,"

 "What?"

"The town...the place...or maybe his home is her, not the city itself,"

"Wow..."

I paused for a moment as the realization hit me.

What Tristan said was true.

I was calling me his world, this is what the painting meant.

"Damn, Tristan, that’s some observation skills you got there,"I went to grab my phone and texted Ian right away.

I wrote to him: "Am I red? Am I your world?"

Seconds later, he texted back: "Bingo.I knew you'd get it, you're such a smarty-pants,"I was smiling to myself as I read his text.

Even though I wasn’t the one who figured it out, I shamelessly took the compliment.

"So, your boyfriend painted this? He’s a great artist,"Tristan said again, he was still admiring the painting.

"Yeah, he is,"I nodded.

"I'm assuming last night went pretty well?"Tristan said with a sly smirk.

can

heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on

shot up instantly.I was being so loud last night and

my god...don’t tell

to my sister my entire

I am so sorry you had to

my hand went to cover my mouth,

long.What was it, like,

slapped myself on the face out of sheer

Tristan laughed again

lunch, will you erase last night

and dinner and you got yourself a deal,"he was totally

"Fine!" I breathed.

not a word of this ever again, especially not in front

innocently and

crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care

made up, everything

a lot of work to do, but he always made sure to make some time for me despite his

however, I was starting

to declare a major by the

and Tristan pushed me to attend

Society on campus and Tristan was working in the

a bad idea.Joining all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea

club, and I got two words for

I got to learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also

and Sophie loved

cooking wasn’t my passion so I stopped attending the club

and it gave me a lot

learned a little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie nights at the French

gave out cheese and wine, so fancy! I

back in high school, I was on the

the varsity teams at UPenn, and I

team for me was

few times because

wasn't much of a writer or a journalist like him, but I did enjoy print media because I

that I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge of

it at first, but I came to enjoy

should not only be visually appealing, but also catchy

a little bit of social life, and

make time during the weekend to go see

every week, but

least

would alternate on

was my turn to

time for each

quantity of the time, but about the

a day, we would

and I was getting

to the city and grab lunch with Ian

the air outside was a little

sweater and my black leggings

about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I

you! She was

and year "You

Tristan clapped back.

You're my brother and I'll kill anyone

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

open, so it wasn’t hard for me to

while Sophie was standing

air

of your

my brother so your business is my

what’s going on here?" I said

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

"You can

is it?" I

motioned for me to come in and I

standing next to her in front of Tristan, and he just rolled his head back in

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