Fan Fiction ❯ You Are My Home ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The sound of a phone ringing seemed to sound endlessly through the brightly lit loft. A lone figure was in the main room, hunched over a large canvas, hand working furiously. A frustrated groan sounded when the phone stopped briefly only to start up again instantly.

 

With a toss of raven locks, the figure stood and stretched lithe muscles that had been kept in one place for too long.

 

“What?” A feminine voice growled into the phone.

 

“Well, hello to you too Lyn.”

 

Brookelyn Davis sighed into the phone at the sound of her best friend's voice. “You're interrupting, Ben.”

 

She could almost see Ben rolling his eyes. Then again, being friends with someone for almost 23 years makes you familiar with their reactions to things.

 

“Interrupting what, another painting?”

 

Brookelyn chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes darted over to the painting she had been working on. “You think you know me so well.”

 

Ben sighed, “Yeah right. Let me guess, black hair and smouldering brown eyes?”

 

Brookelyn didn't answer him; instead she slammed the receiver down. She stalked over to her painting and picked it up. She let out an annoyed sigh when she realized that Ben was right.

 

Brookelyn had been drawing since the age of three, going through boxes of crayons and finger paints almost weekly. It had started off as the typical childhood paintings of family, animals and suns wearing sunglasses. It progressed to landscapes, friends and mythological creatures. Then finally ended up with her doing every bit of art that she could possibly get her hands on.

 

In high school she and Ben started doing a comic for the school paper and she took every art class that she could fit into her curriculum. It was an assignment for one of these classes that made her discover him.

 

Her instructions were simple, make up a portfolio of art work, a timeline of every thing she had done in her life. She had to comment on how her artistic ability grew and changed over the years.

 

She found the first picture from when she was about seven years old. It was a picture of her locked in a tower with her prince charming on his white steed, ready to rescue her.

 

She found a few dozen more as she flipped through her numerous works. He seemed to age along with her and yet one thing remained the same. His eyes always brought a shiver to her spine and goose bumps to her skin.

 

She went on to take more art in college and thanks to some family connections, was able to make a name for herself. She often took on commissions, but only if the subject appealed to her and allowed her to use her own artistic creativity.

 

More than once Ben had to come over and make sure that she had eaten and slept, especially since she tended to fall into a deep trance when she was working on her art.

Brookelyn sighed and put her painting down. She was supposed to be getting some of her work together for an exhibit, not painting her “Prince Charming” as she and Ben had dubbed him.

 

She stood with every intent on going to take a shower and screamed when Ben's presence startled her. Brookelyn pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow down. Ben stared at her like a second head had grown from her shoulder while rubbing his ear.

 

“Jesus Lyn, a little jumpy?” He asked.

 

“I'm getting you a bell and permanently attaching it to your body.” She hissed. “And I want my damn key back.”

 

Ben lived across the street from her place and since she was notorious for losing things, it had been only natural to give him an extra set.

She glared at him while he waved her off and moved over to her new painting. He studied it critically before turning back to her.

 

 “His facial features are becoming clearer.” He commented. “Maybe you're going to meet him soon.”

 

Brookelyn rolled her eyes and took the painting from him. “Don't start that destiny shit again.”

 

“Come on Lyn, you've been putting this guy in your work for as long as I can remember. You are destined to meet him.”

 

“Yeah and when I do, he'll be married or gay.” Brookelyn told him. “Besides, can you imagine what my mother would say?”

 

Ben smirked at her. “You're such a chicken shit.”

 

Brookelyn's mother was a woman who stuck to her traditions and was very set in her ways. If she had her way, Brookelyn wouldn't have gone to high school let alone college. She had tried to physically keep Brookelyn at home until Brookelyn's father gently reminded her that they no longer lived in the nineteenth century.

 

When Brookelyn came home with an Asian boyfriend in High School, Brookelyn had been kicked out of the house until she broke up with him. One of the few times the women spoke during that time, Brookelyn made the mistake of calling her mother a racist and received a split lip for her trouble.

 

Brookelyn stared at the painting of “Prince Charming”, studying features that were becoming more Arabic. “Mom would probably kill me for bringing him home.”

 

“Would that stop you from dating him?”

 

Brookelyn grinned, “You know full well I'd date him just to piss her off. It's just, if I'm meant to be with this guy, having him meet my mom would be less then ideal.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He sighed. “You know what you need?”

 

“I don't think I like where this is going.”

 

“You need to get out of this loft, go dancing, get amazingly drunk and get laid.” Ben told her.

 

“I can't, I have a meeting tomorrow.” Brookelyn said.

 

“Okay so the getting amazingly drunk part is out.” He said, making Brookelyn roll her eyes. “Come on, it'll do you good, I promise.”

 

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