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this is why we crank the dial to the right, this is why we're biting the bullet.

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

Aiden rose his eyebrow, “That’s it? How is that it?” He pointed to one of the many paintings on the wall, “You can’t just say ‘art thing’ to that! I am not just being biased because I like you, you are seriously good.” He said, picking up a tube of paint, looking at the name color, seeing ‘applesauce’. Aiden internally laughed at the name, suddenly curious about the different paints. His mother bought him a whole art kit for his birthday once, and he ended up just painting on himself. “I think you’re good at everything art, wouldn’t be surprised if you drew a line and it’d be beautiful.” He joked, as he proceeded to wipe paint that he had gotten on his hands onto his pants. “I think my pants are ruined.” He pouted, going back to looking through the book.

“Wait, so that means you’ll actually do it?” He beamed, closing the sketch book. He had wanted to do something like this, actually use his photography to help somebody. “I can come over with my camera and some white sheets to make it all nice and neat of course and I can call some of my friends that do all that website graphic shit, oh this will be so cool.” He rambled, looking around, ideas passing through his brain. He didn’t mind how much his excitement showed, he really wanted to help her, she had the talent to be shown and to be admired. Standing up, he walked closer to her as she talked, “And so did your talent.” He joked, “Are you going to school for just art or is it just a minor because you’re getting some boring, life draining major like law. Though.. you’d be good at law, you’re very.. poker faced and your beauty could distract the other lawyers as you smash it and win the case.” He laughed, messing with a brush, letting it run across his palm. 

[veronicaok]

At this point, Veronica was unsure if he was saying all of these nice things because he meant it or because he wanted to get into her pants. “Well—thanks, I guess.” She shrugged crossing his arms as he looked at her paint collection. It was no secret that she was a bit of a hoarder when it came to her art supplies. “Will you ever be done complimenting my work?” She asked, genuinely curious if he ever would. Once he ruined his jeans, she couldn’t help but laugh, “I wouldn’t say they’re ruined, just a lot more colorful than before.” Ronnie spoke simply, tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides, you signed an imaginary waiver when you broke into my apartment. I’m not responsible for any clothes ruined in here.”

She couldn’t help but find how adorable he was when he got excited. “Yeah, I guess I will. To be honest, I’m surprised that you brought your cat and not your camera.” Ronnie said, suddenly feeling something brushing against her legs. She looked down to see the cat, and with a small smile she simply picked it up. The cat pressed up against the girl, enjoying her presence. Her attention went back to Aiden, laughing at his question. “My parents would’ve loved it if I went into law, but no, I major in art and I minor in art therapy.” She answered, mindlessly petting the cat as it purred. “I get that a lot though, I don’t exactly…smile a lot.”

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

He knew the girl was good, but wow was she better then he thought. He had seen her work when he interrupted her during class the other day, he didn’t get to see it as closely as this though. Looking over to her he smiled, “Of course, you’re welcome. I’m sure you get it all the time though, you’re truly just woah.” He turned away, looking back at the pictures. He felt the sudden urge to take pictures of the room, to capture it’s catastrophic beauty. As she began talking he turned to her, standing in the middle of the room, to scared to touch any of the art. His eyes followed her as she made her way towards the cabinet, finally following her over to it. Looking over her shoulder, he saw the bulk of sketch books lined up, his eyes widening. Reaching over, he slowly picked up a sketch book, making sure no papers would fly out. “Is it okay if I look?” He asked, looking at her for her blessing before slowly opening the book as if it was a hundred years old. His eyes roamed the drawings, the different drawings bringing a smile to his face. “Damn, you are talented. Why aren’t you famous already, we really need to change that, you know. I should post your work online, get your name out there. Of course, only if you’d want to. Not going to lie, I’d probably do it anyway.” He rambled, sitting carefully on the floor, not caring if he’d stain his pants with paint. “How long have you been into art? Looks like you’ve been doing it for years.” He looked up to her the sketchbook still open in his lap.

[veronicaok]

“Well,” Ronnie started, before shrugging. “Usually they say ‘Oh you’re good at the art thing’ and then move on with their life.” She admitted, leaning against the wall as he helped himself to her sketchbooks. To say her inspiration got out of hand was an understatement. Growing up in her parent’s house, she always had to suppress the itch to create something. The idea of becoming a professional artist instead of a doctor angered her parents to no end. In their minds it would be an embarrassment; how they’re so successful while their only child is a failure. She nodded as he looked to her to see if it was alright if he could look.

Watching him carefully look from page to page, a small laugh escaped her lips as he rambled, giving her no time to answer in between questions. “I’m not the only artist in Chicago, dumbass. Getting my name out there is easier said than done. But,” She hesitated for a moment. “I guess posting some stuff online would be a good idea.” Her mouth opened to tell him to be careful sitting on the ground, but something told her that he didn’t mind. “How long?” The girl thought for a moment, crossing her arms as she did so. “Well, I always had a knack for it in art class during elementary school. My interest in it just sort of—grew while I was growing up.”

[veronicaok]

alarah ships | emojis

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

He always liked to observe things, it was just how he was. Being a photographer you had an eye for beauty even in the most simplest places. Ronnies home was unique, every home was to him. It told you more about a person then you’d think. Aiden couldn’t help but be a little flustered about his ramblings, he never knew when to shut up. It was a blessing and a curse. “Sorry, I do that a lot.” He shrugged, following her to, hopefully, her art room. His anxiousness was evident as she walked to her room, finally opening the door. Moving past the girl his eyes widened as he looked around the room. He knew she was an artists, but wow was she good. 

"Very much so yes, you are amazing." He breathed out. He moved around the room, letting his eyes wander across the various canvases. Art was an amazing thing to him, if he could draw, he’d do it all the time. That’s why he began taking photos, because if he couldn’t draw beautiful things. He could capture beautiful things. Wanting to reach out and touch everything, he resisted. Instead he looked around more, enjoying the random paint splatters and different brushes and pencils. "Do you like to paint or draw more?" He looked over to her girl, far more curious about her art then he should. "If I were to answer that with what I have seen, I’d say paint. The amount of paint in this room whether its splattered or splattered on the walls or on your paintings there’s a lot. Although, you could be hiding your favorite kind of drawlings in a book or in a classroom." Finally realizing he was rambling he shut his mouth, allowing the girl to atleast have a chance to speak.

[veronicaok]

“I can tell,” She teased him as the door opened. Letting him slip past her, Ronnie leaned on the door frame and found even herself taking in the surroundings. Finding inspiration was easy for her, but it was surprising seeing how much she was capable of. Sure, she knew that she had talent, but Aiden looked at her work like it was something made by Picasso or even Pollock. She wasn’t exactly used to this kind of attention; she usually received simple compliments, but nothing close to how her guest was acting. “—Thanks.” Veronica spoke, trying to brush off his words as nothing when oddly enough they did mean something.

Ronnie watched as he rambled on once more, trying to create a proper answer for his first question rather than listen. “Well, I like both, but it depends on what mood I’m in.” She rubbed the back of her neck, figuring out a way to explain herself, “Like, if I’m energetic or in some type of extreme mood, I prefer painting. But, if I have any sort of specific idea in my head that I want to create, then I’ll draw. Here,” She stepped towards the small cabinet in the corner of the room. Pulling open a drawer, old sketch books of hers were lined up by how recently she finished them. “Like I said, I really enjoy both.” She spoke rather sheepishly, biting her lip gently. Part of her felt sort of embarrassed how her art had practically taken over her life in the past year, but the other part was thankful.

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[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

Hearing her input he inwardly smiled, he was just glad he hadn’t been shown the door yet. Looking at the different pizza places in the area he found one that was the only one around here. Aiden hoped this pizza would lighten things up. He didn’t understand why she was being so distant, most girls would just laugh when they found him in his apartment. Although, he did know those girls longer then this one, but hey, he knew her just as well as the others. Aiden stood up, walking over to a wall close to the girl, leaning on it. “What kid of pizza do you want?” He wasn’t picky with his food, at all. Unless the food was undercooked or overcooked it would end up in his mouth. 

After ordering the pizza he walked around, there was no doubt the girl was an artist. He could tell right when he stepped in this apartment. There was different clues scattered around like a little puzzle. A paint brush on the counter, a journal sat next to a couple others. He hadn’t really looked around, since right when he got in she showed up. Aiden wouldn’t have a doubt in his mind some room was covered with paintings or some kind of art. “So.. Where’s the room with all your art. Unless your one of those people with studios. Although, you seem more like a in the house art room.”

[veronicaok]

Ronnie wasn’t sure what to think of Aiden yet. He wasn’t one of the most…charming boys she had met that was for sure. He was persistent, she’d give him that. Downing the last of her hot coffee, she turned her head slightly towards him as he moved closer. She wasn’t quite sure if he was only there either to simply annoy her, because he sort of liked her, or a little bit of both. “Half bacon, half cheese. I hope you realize that you’re buying, though.” She spoke in her usual monotonous tone, before her eyes followed him around the room.

She didn’t really care that he was looking around her small apartment, so long as he didn’t start sneaking through drawers or something creepy, she didn’t mind. Raising an eyebrow, an amused smirk came across her face. “You’re rambling again.” Ronnie soon stood, placing the empty mug on the coffee table. She nodded to Aiden. “C’mon, follow me.” She took long strides to the room where she usually worked. Slowly opening the door, her eyes wandered around the room. It looked like a paint factory exploded in there. Two easels stood on separate sides of the room, with countless blank and full canvases leaning against the colorful walls. Sketches and paintings were taped and tacked to the walls while the wooden floors were stained with paint. She turned to the boy, crossing her arms. “Happy now?”

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

"Shut up is a very rude thing to say." Aiden said back as he watched the girl make herself into the room. Relaxing back on the couch, Aiden simply just looked up to the girl. "Yes, sit down." He rolled his eyes, did the girl not understand such a simple thing? It wasn’t that big of a deal. Sure, the only other places he had broke into was his friends houses but that basically what she was right? At least for now it was what she was. "Oh come on, have a little fun, live a little." He dramatically said. Maybe if he seemed chill shed act like it. Hopefully she was one to reflect emotions off others. 

Sitting up a bit he set his elbows on his knees, “You know what this very depressing moment needs? Food. Chinese or Pizza?” Pulling out his phone he scrolled open to the safari to check close by places for either. “I’m not sure what one I’d want, because who know you could be allergic to one? Maybe the dog would enjoy some pizza, I know Oscar really likes the cheese from Dominos.” He spoke casually as he looked up to Ronnie. “So what will it be?”

[veronicaok]

“Oh totally, let me just hang out with the asshole who broke into my apartment.” Ronnie snapped at him. She then muttered more to herself. “I need a cup of coffee.” Coffee tended to get rid of her headaches, so Ronnie hoped that this wasn’t an exception. Rubbing her temples, she made her way into the kitchen, and quickly set up her coffee machine. Soon returning with a mug of coffee, she found Aiden browsing through his phone, apparently looking for places to get food nearby. At this point, she had two choices: give him the silent treatment or tell him about the badass pizza place down the block.

With a defeated sigh, Ronnie spoke, “There’s a pizza parlor nearby we can order from.” Cup in hand, she walked over to the window in the living room. Opening it with one hand, she sat on the window sill, with one leg outside on the metal fire escape landing, and the other on the sill with her, bent so her knee was to her chest. She didn’t always sit on the window, but she definitely didn’t want to sit in the same area as Aiden, because that would count as getting comfortable with him. She took a sip of coffee, “Anyways, where was I? --Oh yeah, the pizza’s pretty good there, and it isn’t completely terrible like Domino’s.”

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[veronicaok]

ronnie arts: 004

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

Seeing her reaction made Aiden smile, she was cute when she was mad, that’s for sure. “I am not a creep, I was stopping by and I heard your dog.” It seemed like a good reason to him, the dog was whining and Aiden was bored waiting for the girl so, why not? “I didn’t touch anything, only your couch and your dog. Who by the way is amazing, I love that dog.” He moved over sitting on the couch as he watched the girl freak out. It was quite amusing and Aiden knew she’d warm up to him sometime. He was a fun guy, who wouldn’t enjoy his presence?

Laying back on the couch he watched the cat move and lay on his lap as he heard the girl walk across the room. From hearing the nasty nickname he didn’t really pay attention. Hearing the number ten he looked up to her, “If your calling the cops tell them to send Dennis, he owes me ten bucks.” He said, “I’d like to get that back.” He petted the purring cat on his lap, he wasn’t really sure why he brought the cat. The thing needed to get out of the apartment, so why not? “Why don’t you just drop the phone, and come sit down?” He stated.

[veronicaok]

Ronnie couldn’t believe this. Sure, she had come across some serious weirdos in her life, but they’d sure as hell never break into her apartment and have the audacity to act completely casual about it. Out of all people, why her? Did he do this to all of the girls he liked? She was getting a headache, and she assumed that that was one of his favorite things to do. “Shut up,” The girl simply muttered as she went to grab the phone, seriously not in the mood for his antics.

Hearing him make himself comfortable on the couch in the other room, she soon realized that her threat to call the police wasn’t going to scare him. Placing the phone dramatically on the counter, she went to the living room, were she found him lounging. “Sit down?” She finally responded to his words, “You just broke into my apartment and you expect me to be completely fine with this?” Her voice rose slightly, before she stopped herself, rubbing her face. “I want you and that cat out of here.” Ronnie soon demanded.

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

[aidenwth-blog]

Aiden was enjoying toying with the new girl he had just met. He liked her, he had to admit, he liked her a little more then he thought he did. He knew where she lived, obviously after walking her home the first night and decided to have a little fun. He had told her he’d show up to her house over text, and he’s not one to lie. That day he went over to her apartment and had skillfully broke into her house, he was a clumsy guy and had locked himself out of his apartment many times so it was nothing to him. Did he feel bad? Not so much, he knew she’d freak out about it and he couldn’t wait to see it happen. Hearing her open her door he quickly ran into a different room, hiding none the less.

Hearing her shout about his cat he smirked walking out of the room, he saw her yelling at his cat. “Hey now, that is no way to treat my cat, he is a loving creature.” He said walking over to the cat, picking him up. The cat growled at him, though that was normal. “Your dog is very nice by the way, and your house is very easy to break into, might want to get a more secure lock or something.” He added casually, smirking to himself waiting for her full reaction. He knew it was childish, but what’s the fun in being responsible?

[veronicaok]

“I wasn’t yelling at the dumb cat you idiot,” Ronnie said, obviously agitated, “I was yelling at the creep who broke into my house!” Rubbing her face, she took a moment to take everything that was happening in. The boy who once seemed like a decent guy for walking her home late at night was now annoying and childish in her eyes. “How did you even--” She stopped herself from asking the full question shaking her head. “I’m in no mood for this, Aiden.” Seeing that he had been there for quite a while, she glanced around the room. “You better of left my stuff alone.” She muttered.

Veronica had to get him out of there. “Alright Aids, I’m giving you 10 seconds for you and that cat to get out of my house or I’m calling the cops.” Starting for the kitchen to get the phone, she looked back to Aiden, who hadn’t budged. Taking the phone and punching in 911, she looked up to the boy in the room. “Ten.” The girl started to count, hoping it’d get him to leave.

[veronicaok]

An Encounter || Fitchell

Exhausted from yet another day full of classes, Ronnie was excited to get home, take off her pants, and pass out on the couch watching Parks and Recreation. Unlocking her apartment door and stepping inside, she swiftly locked the door behind her. Due to the chilly Chicago weather, she peeled off layer after layer, soon slipping off her Doc Martens. Her coats hung on the rack beside her as she moved further inside, tossing her bag onto the dining room table, she—quite dramatically—dove onto her couch, reaching for the remote on the coffee table across from her as she rolled onto her back.

That’s when she saw it. A cat strolling across her small living room. Obviously startled, she froze mid-reach, watching the cat as it made itself at home and hopped onto her couch and lied down on her legs. Not wanting to scare it, she slowly sat up. Had she left a window open? Even if she did, how would a cat make it up to the seventh floor? She noticed a collar onto the cat, and gingerly reaching over, she read the name. Oswald. It took a moment for her to figure out why she suddenly grew annoyed, but it clicked. Shooing the cat off of her, she stood, growing angry. “Get away from my dog and OUT OF MY HOUSE.” She yelled to the other person in her home, obviously not in the mood for the little shit’s shit.

[veronicaok]

✉ | Aids

aiden: IT IS TRUE AND YOU WOULDNT DAREE BC I AM NEVER LEAVING SO IT WOULD BE HARDER THEN IT LOOKS SO BE PREPARED FOR FLOWERS SOON BC NOW I HAVE TO BC YOU DONT WANT IT

aiden: i cant have faith in something that will never happen love AND I DOO NOT UR SUCH A LIERR UR LUCKY I CANT THINK OF ANOTHER NAME SIGH

ronnie: NO IT ISNT AND JFCCCCC JUST LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE DONT DO THAT ILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO

ronnie: well thats a lil sad U DO THO FACE IT AIDS AND HA I WIN

[veronicaok]

veronica ronnie fiermonte || moodboard

@ronnieaye: high??? no thanks, the only natural ‘high’ i need is the rush i get from committing murder

[veronicaok]

✉ | Aids

aiden: I WILL GO THINK THAT BC ITS TRUEE AND NOW IM JUST MORE MOTIVATED TO DO IT AGAIN MAYBE ILL SEND FLOWERS AND BE REAL CHEESY HOW BOUT THAT

aiden: I GUESS IT WILL I GUESS IT WILL ur totally going to suck at it tho NOO I DO NOT I HAVE A MAN FACE IM A MAN ANGEL FACE

ronnie: IT ISNT TRUE AT ALL THO I JSUT OMFG U DO THAT AND IM BLOCKING YOU FROM MY ENTIRE LIFE OKAY NO NO MORE

ronnie: MHMHMHMHM no im not hush urself and have faith NOPE BABY FACE U HAVE A BABY FACE SWEETNESS

[veronicaok]

✉ | Aids

aiden: YOU DO CARE IF YOU DONT KNOW YOU WILL SOON ENOUGH AND MHM I WILL YOU WERENT EXPECTING THE CLASSROOM KISS BUT I GOT THAT ONE I WILL DONT UNDERESTIMATE ME

aiden: YOU WONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ONCE YOU GET ONE SO GO AHEADD AND I DO NOOT HAVE A BABY FACE HUNNYBUN

ronnie: OKAY YOU GO THINK THAT THEN AND NO MORE CLASSROOM KISSES OKAY NO MORE

ronnie: OR WILL IIIIII ONLY TIME WILL TELL AND YOU DO HAVE A BABY FACE BOO BEAR

[veronicaok]

✉ | Aids

aiden: YOU DO CARE YOU REALLY DO I WILL GET ONE I WILL YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE MISSY

aiden: u kno i like em naughty

aiden: BUT IT SHOULD MAKE SENSE UR NOT LOYAL ENOUGH TO HAAVE A TUMBLR NO SIR AND IT SOUNDS LIKE A BABY NAME LOVE

ronnie: I DO NOT AND YOU KNOW IT BUT HAAAAAAA YEAH RIGHT

ronnie: ewwwww noooo

ronnie: IM GONNA GET A TUMBLR JUST TO PROVE YOU WRONG AND ITS A BABY NAME FOR A BABY FACE BUTTERCUP

[veronicaok]

✉ | Aids

aiden: THAT ISNT VERT NICE UR MAKIN ME SAD NOT ACCEPTING MY KISSES :(

aiden: i lost track after the 100th yes and no but whatever it is yees

aiden: whale i hope you never get one bECAUSE U ARENT LOYAAL AND ITS A PETNAME AND WHAT KINDA NAME IS POOKIE SUGAR LIPSS

ronnie: DO I CARE???????????? sort of JK NOT RLLY SMD

ronnie: no frick u and ur frickin yesses u mother fricker

ronnie: THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER AND ITS A CUTE NAME SUGAR TITS