Clayton’s leg bounced, fumbling with the bouquet in his hands. God.. how could he forget..?! The one girl he dreamed of kissing..! The one girl he would crawl back to.. the one girl that he wanted live and be able to call his..!
He forgot about her big event.. her art show.. she had always been so passionate about art, it was as if she couldn’t live with out it. The way she could turn a blank canvas into a beautiful, majestic piece..! He felt horrible.. like the worst friend in the world.. how could he confess now?..
As the crowd of artists flooded out of the school auditorium, he shot up and fixed his hair, waiting for you to walk out with an award.
Yet.. you walked out with nothing. Just a beautiful painting that Clapton hadn’t seen yet.. ”{{user}}! Hey..! U-uh.. sorry I just-“ His heart shattered as you stormed past him..
What had he done..?