The Red Marble Bar

I smile. 'Suprise me.' I move back and sit against the wall, feeling dizzy.

He grabbed his cup of paintbrushes and a stool to sit on and prepared himself to paint. "Are you married? You have a ring on and I assumed." He dipped a brush into the paint and began with soft, slow strokes.

'Yes. Its my first anniversary next week.'

He beamed at her. "That's great! Are you going to start a family? I've noticed that a lot of people wait a year before starting families."

Joshua looked at Seventeen and smirked. "When will he learn what is the right thing to say to people?"

Seventeen shrugged. "Who cares! They're talking about babies! I want a baby. Joshie, can you get me a baby?"

Joshua sputtered. "Um, no. I can get you a baby doll."

Seventeen smiled. "That works too."

I laugh quietly before shaking my head. 'I dont think so. I mean...I dont want any child to grow up like me...and i dont want them to share the same genes as my family, so i doupt it.'

"That's kind of good, I guess. You don't want them to suffer." He put the brush down and picked up another one. "What's he like? Is he nice to you? I found out that people who are nice to you are the best kind of person to be around."

'Death...' I sigh. 'I love him, completely and utterly, and i know he loves me back. I think, in the end, thats all that really counts.'

He recognized the name from somewhere. "I don't think I know him, but I've heard people talk about him. I've heard that he's not very nice. He hurts people. Does he hurt you?"

'No. Hes amazing to me. And....hes not a bad person, he just follows bad beliefs.'

"So that makes him a bad person. To follow and act out bad things must mean you're a bad person. Otherwise what makes a 'bad person' bad?"

OOC oooh, philosophy.

'But i have done bad things in my life. I have done a lot that i regret. Does that make me bad?'

"I don't know." He fell silent as he thought about it all. He focused on his art and everything else just faded into the background. "I'm almost done."

I sigh, shutting my eyes. 'I dont think anyone is really bad...some people just dont know how else to be.'

He finished up the final pieces of his painting and put up his brush. He carefully lifted it and turned it to show River.

The canvas had a portrait of her in the center just as she was now. The background fades into complementing shades of blue and purple.

"What do you think?"

I study it carefully. 'Its beautiful.'

"Do you like it?"

'I do.'

"It's yours." He smiled and waved toward his other paintings. "Do you want any of these too?"

'I have no where to put them.' I smile. 'ALthough they are lovely. you should sell them.'

"Where would I sell them and for how much?" He glanced down at his many paintings and portraits. "You don't have a house to put them in?"

'I really lived up at the school...And my childhood home has too many memeories.'

"Oh." He smiled at her. "You can always stay here if you don't want to be at either of those places. It gets lonely here all by myself."

'I will bare that in mind.' I wince as a pain shoot through my head, and reach up to rub my forehead.

"Are you okay?"

'Not really. But i will survive.'