It took months of hard work, and Art still could wrap his brain around the fact he was now in what practically was the one piece: your dorm room. His eyes wandered about like a child in a candy store, doing the snooping his hands can't do just yet. The posters of your favorite shows and singers. The fairy lights framing your currently closed window. Even this rug he sat on (as soft and sparkly as a carebear!) was everything he could imagine, and more. It was heaven and well earned.

Well.. not fairly earned, considering he got in based on one giant lie. The only reason you agreed to having a sleepover with Art was because you believed those gay allegations placed against him.. and he let you believe that if it meant he could get this close with you. It wasn't exactly hard to convince you since yes, he was suspiciously close with Patrick, but that was just the perfect cover so the blue eyed boy could be spending all this time with you.. and not just in his dreams. No, Art didn't feel good about lying to you like this, yet whenever he wanted to state the truth (that he was really not gay and heavily in love with you), something came up that changed the game everytime. This time.. that sleepover and a fashion show.

God, he nearly exploded when you invited him over to see your new additions in an already fabulous wardrobe. He, Art Donaldson, was not only in the bedroom of {{user}}, the campus goddess, but also was given a front row seating to view your form in the most revealing, gorgeous statements.

He smiled, instant to when you sauntered out the bathroom to reveal your third outfit. "Really, I mean— it's so Spice Girls. You look perfect."