Picture Perfect

Kiara's Pov


"Wherever are we going today?" I ask my brother as he finishes up what is left in his bowl. "I'm not sure where you are going, but I'm going to work. Not everyone gets to stay home everyday" He states putting the bowl in the sink. "I do not stay home everyday. I have a job too" defend as I fold my arms over my chest. "Oooh! Like taking pictures is sooo hard" he says making me feel bad. "Leave me alone. I have an important job. It's not just taking pictures. It's traveling to exotic places, writing articles, and persuading people to go to those exotic places. Don't crap on my job! I take you with me 9/10 of the times I go!" I explain to him, and I follow him to the door. He grabs him jacket and he continues to tell me I don't have a real job. He gets in his car and we are still on the topic. "Okay okay. Fine. You have a real job. It's just completely stupid and meaningless. Exactly what you are" he jokes and I did not find it funny. "I am not meaningless!" I bark and he closes the door. As he starts the car and rolls down the window he just stares at me. "Fine. You aren't meaningless. Without you I wouldn't eat and Häagen-Dazs ice cream would go out of business" He laughs, while backing out of the driveway. "Later Kiki! Love you" he shouts pulling off. "Love you too!" I yell back mumbling as*hole under my breath.

As I sit at the desk in my room I wonder what to draw, tapping the pencil against my head. I take quick glances outside my bedroom window looking for ideas. Suddenly I look at the the photo of my mother on my desk. "Mom!" I gasp. I'll draw her again. I say again since I draw her a lot. She was beautiful. It's hard not to be mesmerized by her beauty.
I walk over to the box of photos of her I keep in my closet. There was a pile of pictures drew inspired by the photo, then a pile of ones I haven't used. I take the next photo and it was her driving a car. She was a model and she was just gorgeous. Her bright blonde hair was flowing in the wind with her big blue eyes glancing at the camera. People say I look just like her, except for my hair is brown. Eyes, lips, nose. Everything was a perfect match. I didn't see it. No way could I look anything like her. She was one of the biggest models in the country of the United States of America, and she will forever be remembered.

I start art on her eyes and worked my way down to her hair. I finish about 2 hours and 24 minutes later and I was bored again. I like drawing cars. Especially Ferraris. For some reason I loved drawing the stallion. Not sure why. When I'm officially finished I put it in the scrapbook I have for all my successful drawings. I'm not going to put in all of them, because drawing takes work and it's hard. I slide it into the sheet and realize I only have a few more spots in the book. "Hmmm... I guess I could buy more.

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While I'm at the store picking up more scrapbooks, I get more art supplies. Such as black pens, ordinary pencils, blank paper, and another sketchpad. I don't like using colored pens or pencils. No colored paper, no colored nothing. I like black and white things. I don't like big colors. Not a pink person. Yeah yeah, I'm wearing pink. I just like this top. I tried to get those Lakers jerseys. The ones they sell in the stores but then realize I'm in the guys section. Go over to the girls side and what color are the jerseys? Pink. I looked, and there were no yellow normal ones. Whoever makes the clothes must think all girls love everything pink. I just bought the one in men's and called it a day. Pink isn't even an actual color. The color pink was formed from being a faded red. That's all pink is. Faded red. That's why it's not in the rainbow. Or when you are in the light with it, the color isn't always exactly pink. There is no pink to reflect the light off of, so sometimes it looks red or orange. That's the reason purple is in the rainbow. Purple is its own color and can reflect the light off its source. "Sorry! I wasn't looking!" As I was busy thinking I bump into a man. I drop all my things and he kneels down to help me gather them. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you drop your stuff" he says grabbing all the stuff I didn't. "Nono. It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry." I apologize I get up and put everything in my hands back into my basket. He hands me my stuff, and I bow my head I'm response. "You're an artist?" He asks and I feel a bit of heat rise to my cheeks. He sounds sexy when he's not apologizing. Though he's cute when he is. "Uh. Y-Yes I am. Why do you ask?" I question pulling a piece of hair out of my face. "Well, the stuff you are buying. It's either you're an artist, or you are trying to get a refund of stuff you don't need" he states and I feel my cheeks get hotter. "Oh, right. Well, I wouldn't say say artist. I do draw, but my artisting perfession is being a photographer" I explain and he looks intrigued. "Really? Well, looks like you should be the one in front of the camera" he cheekily smiles. Does that mean he thinks I'm pretty. "Yeah, really. Umm..." I look around for one of the magazines I submit to. "I took these photos" I say accidentally grabbing for a nude magazine. His eyes go wide and I quickly look down. That's it. My cheeks were on fire. "Oh gosh! I meant this one" I say grabbing the one above the nude one. "I turn back and he just was this sexy looking smile on his face. I'm not even sure he knows how good he looks right now. "You took these photos? I love this magazine. I've read all the articles and I actually went to go see a few of the places you talk about. May I say, you are very good at what you do" he says and I didn't think it was possible. I began to blush even more. This time it went to my ears. He laughs and takes a few steps toward me. "Ya know? You are quite cute when you blush" he continues to laugh. Sexiest laugh I've ever heard. This guy was killing me! If I get any hotter, I'm going to pass out. "I'm Harry"

Notes

Second chapter. Didn't really like this one. Oh well. I'll try harder. Comment what you think. Vote and subcribe xxxx