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

don’t have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the wall

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

god...don’t tell

next to my sister

sorry

my hand went to cover my mouth,

was it,

slapped myself on

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

lunch, will you erase last night from your

got yourself a deal,"he

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again, especially not in front

grinned innocently and kept

to remember I have roommates now.I can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in the world.I need to maintain some type of

I made up, everything was right again in

do, but he always made sure to

school started however, I was starting to get busy

to declare a major by the end

my major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some

Society on campus and Tristan was working in the

SA im het me

started with the cooking club, and I got

cuisines, but I was also able to bring

Sophie loved

my passion so I stopped attending the club after a

gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the different cultures

into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie nights at the French

wine, so

school, I was on the swim team

the varsity teams at UPenn,

for me

few times because Tristan insisted that I go

much of a writer or a journalist like him, but I did enjoy

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

didn't wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for the

that a good ad should not only be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a strong

little bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping hours, my schedule was

would make time during the

every week, but we'd meet

least once

alternate on

my turn to go visit him

time for each other.We've

of

we see each other, even if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and our focus

and I

11 AM train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the Grand Central

was late October, so the air outside was a

on this cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the

was just about to leave the apartment, when

She was just

was loud and year "You don’t know the whole story.Just

Tristan clapped back.

brother and I'll kill anyone who

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

bedroom door was open, so it wasn’t hard for me to take a

his bed while Sophie was standing

air was thick and

none of your

brother so your business

I said

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

said as she turned to me, "You can settle this for us

is it?" I

to come in and I

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

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