&& baby, we're invincible

[keith archer!]

this day had started out like every other, well almost. except for that fact that he didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn for school since it was christmas break. anyways, keith went to work around noon and dropped his one year old daughter off at her baby sitter, which happened to be the nice old lady that lived across the apartment hall. she never charged, which is why keith always left caitlin with her.

keith needed a day to himself. after work, instead of going to pick up caitlin right away, he decided to head to the lake and draw. keith loved to draw and lately he hadn't been doing much of it. roosevelt had been the closest lake, so he walked there. keith wasn't comfortable in this lake since it was normally for couples and he was well...alone. but he was sure all the boys and girls wouldn't mind if he drew here, especially since they were probably too busy making out to notice.

finding a nice secluded spot away from all the couples, keith comfortably took a seat beneath a tree that had to be at least a hundred years old from the way it looked. it was a potential drawing subject, but since the place was full of people and keith much rather preferred to draw them, he decided to chose a couple, finally coming to an agreement with himself on a young boy and girl who looked as if they were in love for the first time.

keith sketched them quickly, only having done the outlines of their bodies without the filled in details - he did those last. unfortunately he took too long sometimes and if he hadn't memorized the person's face by heart, he'd have to leave his drawing unfinished, something he regretted to do. but by the way this couple looked, it seemed they weren't in any hurry...and neither was he.

[hannah bennet]

[Hannah Bennet]

A warm burst of air hit Hannah's eyes. It smelled amazing, and familiar. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and she rubbed the gently with her hands. She sat herself up in her bed, looking around groggily. She turned her head to her alarm clock that refused to work. It showed the time fine however. The digits flashing red every second. 9:01 it beeped various times. She absolutely hated mornings. But then again, most people shared that trait. Coffee usually helped her brain, black coffee.

Rolling out of her bed, Hannah stood stretching on her two feet. She yawn for a second or two while moving over to a floor length mirror near her bed. Surprised at her hair, for being so god damn ugly, Hannah rubbed her eyes hoping it would go away. Her reddish brown locks standing up in various directions, tangles everywhere. While grabbing a brush and taming her hair, Hannah smelled the familiar scent yet again.

Setting the brush down on the floor, Hannah followed it this time. The smell lead her down the stairs to the kitchen. Her mother and her father were seating opposite of each other, both painting. The smell of the oil paint filled Hannah up in a second. Sitting down at the table beside her mother, Hannah looked closely at what she was painting. It seemed to be a portrait of her father. She silently bet that he was making one of her mother as well.

Hannah was always one to follow her parents foot steps, artistically speaking of course. This painting of her father struck a cord for her. Instantly racing from her seat in the kitchen to the stairs once again, Hannah decided to go on a painting expedition. She decided she would visit Roosevelt Lake, there were many couples making out, not caring if you paint them.

Hannah quickly scurried over to her dresser drawer and took a hair elastic off the top. Looking in the mirror, she tied her hair up in a pony tail. It defiantly looked better then before, it looked acceptable. She walked back to her dresser and took out an old huge turquoise t-shirt that she always used for painting. She tied the excess fabric that made her look fat large with another hair tie. She quickly slipped on an old pair of blue skinny jeans and baby blue UGGS.

She raced from her room and down the stairs to the first floor, waving to her parents momentarily before heading for the door. Right before her hand grasped the door handle her mom spoke up loudly, "Dear, your canvas, easel, brushes, and paint? All in that lulu lemon athletica bag over by the coat closet." She finished by pointing to a door that obviously held a closet within it.

Hannah grinned and ran over to the closet. Opening the door, she at once noticed her art bag, originally used for yoga. She grabbed it also grabbing onto a white pea coat and waved once again to her parents, who waved back with a smile. She walked back to the front door and opened it, facing a burst of cold air.

She quickly raced over to her beat up navy blue Honda, opening the door and seating herself inside. Once safely in the car she pulled her keys out of her pocket and stuck them in the ignition, starting the car. Once she set the car in drive and began her way to the lake, she turned on some music. It wasn't anything she liked or recognized, so she shut it off, listening to the silence. Once arriving at the lake, Hannah parked the car in the given parking lot. She took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door, stepping out into the cold.

She quickly rushed over to a large tree which a couple were making out under. But it wasn't the couple that intrigued her, it was the other person sketching them. He looked so peaceful, so in thought. She took out her paints, canvas, brushes, and easel and began to work away. She began to paint his hair, but using much different colors. For instance, she switched his dark brown hair for a electric blue. Hannah always enjoyed to paint with some sort of abstract in it.