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.

you can say

have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the wall a few

being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the room

my god...don’t tell

it.I lived next to my sister my entire life.It's the same thing,"he laughed and

am so sorry

as my hand went to cover my mouth,

night long.What was it,

on the face

least you're still apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made

you lunch, will you erase last

dinner and you got yourself a deal,"he

"Fine!" I breathed.

a word of this ever again, especially not in

innocently and kept

Ian around the apartment without a care in the

Ian and I made up, everything was right again

to do, but he always made sure to

was starting to

declare a major by the end of this academic

pick my major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student clubs

the Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working in

Aa SA im het me an idea of what I would

first started with the cooking club, and I

but

and Sophie

I stopped attending the club

I joined some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the different cultures

Japanese and got into K- Pop for a bit.I

wine, so fancy!

active back in high school, I was on the swim team

varsity teams at UPenn, and I didn't wanna

me was mostly for exercising and

newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I go check

like him, but I did enjoy print media because I loved

had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge of the advertisement section in the

wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for

ad should not only be visually appealing, but also catchy and

my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping

time during the weekend to go

week, but we'd meet once every two

at least once a

alternate on

to go

time for each other.We've learned a lot from

about the quantity of the time, but about the

even if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and our focus would be on

Saturday morning and I was getting ready

the city

the air outside was a

and my black leggings and I completed the look with my knee-length

the apartment, when suddenly I heard

you! She

voice was loud and year "You don’t know the

Tristan clapped back.

You're my brother and I'll kill anyone who

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

wasn’t hard

bed while Sophie was standing in front of

in the air was thick

of your business, Soph!"

my brother so your

here?" I said cautiously with my head peeking

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

said as she turned to me, "You can settle

is it?"

for me to come

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

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