The Art Of Feelings

   Owen got off from me and I raised my eyes to the direction of the voice, Zain stood glaring at both of us.

"If you both want to play, use the bedroom, not my living room."

   Owen smirked, picked his laptop and left. I stood up and left for the kitchen to get a mop to clear the mess I made and after that, I left. I was sure that Zain's stare was on me the whole time but I chose to care less

Zain's point of view…..

   I watched her walk past me and it took every strength in me to stop myself from dragging her back. She was actually playing love with Owen in my living room after I warned her about Owen.

   After the little scenario between us, I thought she was going to run back to me, no, that's not the right word, I mean, I thought she was going to hide her face after shamelessly admitting to me to make out with her.

   I was surprised at the confidence she had when you came into the kitchen and she still shocked me by not acknowledging me.

   I am not going to say that there is something between her and my brother. She might just be putting up that to get to me because she knows that I hate to see her with any guy. I just hope she doesn't tempt me too much or I will do more than I did this morning to her and still will leave her hanging.

Jenny's point of view….

   I walked into the room and slammed the door open and I went in search of my painting tool box. I brought my painting tools, sketch board and sketch book. My sketch board is fixable so I don't have to worry about carrying it around.

   I needed to do something productive with my morning.

   Anyone can clean the house, or better still when I am done painting I will clean it. There is no time stated it will be for cleaning the house, it is something that can be done anything.

   I took my stuff and left the room. I need a serene environment. I walked out of the house and headed to the back yard. 

   I haven't really gone around here since I came and it was surprising for me to find out that there is another block behind Zain's house but it won't stop me from doing what I want to do this morning because the environment was what I needed. It was quiet enough.

   I set my box down and started setting my sketch board when I was done. I decided to sketch instead of painting. I picked my sketch paper and fixed it and let my emotions flow through my thoughts to know exactly what I wanted to paint.

   There is someone lingering in my mind to sketch but I couldn't place my hands on who. The thought was just there but I couldn't figure out who it is that I want to sketch so instead of fighting myself, I decided to let it flow.

     I picked my pencil to start sketching and the image that formed in my mind was that of Zain and I wouldn't stop because he is my ex. I would just take it as it is a job that needs to be done and needs to be done perfectly. I begin sketching, smiling as I do so.

    For several minutes I continued to sketch, at intervals I would stop and check my sketch.

   Thirty minutes I was on it and I finally finished it. It was perfect and I smiled a weldone to myself. Next time, I will paint it.

   I heard clapping behind me and I turned to see this talk guy clapping for me. He has this gorgeous physique and he is damned cute too. He has a huge smile on his face.

"What a fine creature?"

I said to myself.

   "Wow! this is incredible, you did a good job for that little minutes. Who sketched in 30 minutes and did it perfectly well? You are talented"

Guy said and walked to me. For him to know how long it too me, I was actually here all along.

"Thank you"

I smiled at him.

   "How long have you been sketching?"

He asked as he inspected my already done sketch.

   "Since I was 11"

I replied.

"You really good, probably one day you will sketch me. I am Thomas and you are?"

"I am Jennifer"

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. You are new here?"

  "I am. I came visiting"

I said and put down my pencil and started packing my tools.

   "I see you are Susan's sister?"

He asked and I nodded.

"The resemblance is there. Apart from sketching, what other things do you do?"

   "I paint and draw"

I replied, by now I was done packing my tools.

   "You know, drawing and writing are the same. You draw, you pour out your feelings when you write, you as well pour out your feelings. The things we write or draw are connected to us. Sometimes we draw or write as professions but then it comes from within which is the manifestation of our thoughts. So my point is, ``Why did you choose to draw your brother-in-law?"

The question got me and I chuckled within me

   I faced him and smiled,

   "I guess it just happened that he is the only thing I could think of to sketch. It might be for appreciation or for anything. I realize that I actually do things for no reason. So sketching my brother-in-law, I don't think it has anything to do with my thoughts. I quite agree with you about your analysis of writers and artists. There are quite a lot of similarities between us but this time around I would say I just drew him maybe because I am bored or because he is the only thing on my mind. I don't know, any of these can be the answer. I can't tell why he has to be the one I sketched."

 I replied. For someone who just met me to start questioning me is undoubtedly nosey.