Fin Fun Presents a Mermaid Story by Royal Mermaiden Serena!
“Hmm. What should I paint today, Picasso?” I asked my rainbow fish finfriend. He smiled up at me happily and blew a big bubble. I laughed and turned back to my canvas, tapping my chin with my special paintbrush. Deciding what to create is always the hardest part of painting, in my opinion.
Picasso is a lot of fun, but not always the most helpful painting partner. Once, I tried to paint a portrait of him. That was the last time I’ll ever do that! I spent an hour just trying to keep him in position long enough to capture his outline! Then he decided to play hide and seek and I gave up. He’s a fin full of colorful trouble!
As I contemplated what to paint, I felt someone behind me. I whirled around and came face to face with Leon. I gasped and fluttered backward a bit, a blush instantly tinting my face. He was so handsome! His lovely green eyes shone against his tan skin, and he had such a charming smile. I couldn’t help but smile back!
“Hey, Serena. I hope I didn’t scare you,” Leon said with one of his dazzling smiles. I momentarily forgot to breathe. How do I talk again? Oh, right!
“Uhh…Hi, Leon! No, no you didn’t scare me. I was just startled a little.” I felt my cheeks burn more. His smile widened and I found myself staring at the dimples that formed in his cheeks. How adorable… Then I realized he had just finished saying something and was looking at me expectantly for an answer. My own cheeks were on fire as I said, “I’m sorry. I missed that. What was it that you asked?”
“I asked what you are planning on painting,” Leon said with a kind smile.
“Oh. Well, I haven’t decided yet, but probably something simple with a lot of colors. I would paint Picasso, but he won’t sit still long enough for me to get a good look.”
I turned around to make sure Picasso was still there. He was swimming around with a lovely female rainbow fish who was a little smaller than him. He was blowing bubbles and then darting after them, clearly trying to impress her. She seemed to be impressed by his bubble-popping skills, and he seemed very pleased with himself. I laughed and rolled my eyes as I turned back to Leon.
Leon was watching the pair of them with an amused look. I smiled up at him and he smiled back at me. I blushed again and he smiled wider. I quickly turned around so he wouldn’t see the joy in my eyes. I never understood why Leon didn’t treat me like the others did. I was somewhat of an outcast in my kingdom, at least among the merfolk my age. Everyone treated me with respect and awe and kindness, but no one ever tried to be my friend. They almost seemed scared of me. I hated that.
But Leon had always been very friendly towards me. He was kind and gentle and funny. We had been friends for a long time. So why did I feel bubbles in my tummy every time he was around?
“You know, Serena, you could paint me.” Leon came in front of me and sat on a large rock, his eyes twinkling. His tail was the perfect shade of green. My heart leaped at the thought of painting him. Could I do it? Could I actually paint him perfectly?
“Well, it will take a while. And you have to promise to behave like a proper gentle merman. No squirming, moving, or blowing bubbles,” I teased.
“Okay, then. Sit still.” I tried to avoid showing the thrill I felt. I had to concentrate!
When I paint, I use my power. I hold onto my special paintbrush and imagine the color I want to use. Then, when I move the paintbrush, that’s what color it paints. I could do it without the brush, but my fingers aren’t as accurate with the strokes. My father, the king, gave me this paintbrush as a special gift. It’s my most treasured possession.
I worked on my painting for two whole hours! Leon was very patient. He only moved once or twice, although while Picasso and his new splash were playing tag, Picasso accidentally ran into the back of Leon’s head. We laughed for a long time after that. After realizing he wasn’t in trouble, Picasso raced around in circles with a little grin on his face.
Finally, I was done. I looked over what I had painted and felt nervous. It was a good picture, I thought, but would he like it?
“Done?” Leon asked me from his seat on the rock.
I pushed back a lock of my long, dark brown hair and frantically looked for any errors. “Yes, I think so,” I said uncertainly.
Leon smiled and hurried over to see it. I held my breath as he looked down at the picture. There he was, sitting on a rock in a little grove of tall seaweed. He had a half smile on his face with one of his dimples showing. His eyes and tail were a deep green and his skin had a glowing tan. His hair was the color of caramel and a few of his curly locks were astray.
Leon turned to me with a huge smile on his face. “Serena, this is amazing! I love it. Thank you.”
He wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. I laughed at his enthusiasm and he laughed, too. “I can’t wait to show my mother! She’ll be ecstatic,” Leon told me as he let me go. “Pretty soon, she’ll put you to work doing all of our portraits.” Leon has lots of little brothers. I’ve never met them before but they look so sweet!
“I would love to help your family with that,” I told him excitedly. He gave me another of his winning smiles.
“You may regret that when you have to paint my little brothers. They’re worse than Picasso!” Leon teased. We laughed again.
“Speaking of my little brothers,” he said, “I should probably go. My mother will need help with them while she’s making dinner. Thank you again, Serena. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He looked hesitant for a moment, and then he bent down and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I was so shocked I barely had time to force out a small “goodbye” before he was gone.
When I was certain that he couldn’t hear or see me, I let out a squeal and twirled around in circles. Picasso looked at me with happy confusion as I gathered him in my arms and spun him as well. Even as I fell asleep that night, I couldn’t stop myself from beaming.