The love of a wolf

chapter 2

we have been friends since collage and he always looked after me like a older brother. my parents came one year and they fell in love with him. i remeber when we meet i painted a picture of a man in a coffee shop for six hours as i had just finished the small painting and turned toward the counter when they called my number he had just grazed his arm against me causeing me to draw a mustash on the drawing that stretched from ear to ear.

he apologised what had to be for thirty minute and i told him it was alright he glanced at the drawing and smiled, “well now he can say he really grew some hair somewhere. i smiled and grabbed my coffee. he asked me if he could pay for another cup of coffee and after much debate i finally said yes.

we must have talked for hours.” why are you painting in a coffee shop anyway? “trying to earn a little more money to by a house.” he shook his head back and forth. now see that does it. i feel bad now and he started to smile. he reached 6+5into a pocket and pulled out his wallet, then pulled out a fifty dollar bill.

i shook my head no,“thanks but i couldnt let you do that.” he laughed “listen i like art and i want that painting cause its special and it so happens i am looking for someone to buy my house.” i started to back away. ” if you accept i would like to help you get your dream house and all i ask is for you to be kind to it. “how much for this house?”

“one hundred and sixty thousand dollars or you can rent to own a room, stay with me. “honestly the price is out of my range. but if you are willing to rent to own i accept. i smiled and handed him the painting. “why is that painting so special?”

he said it is to help us remember how we first became friends. after a month of trying to make a living, christmas had come around and mom loved everything and was happy that i was happy. the day after christmas Conner’s father came. it was probably the first time i saw him look real serious.