"I sit here, painting perfect pictures of every moment with you. I've known it from the start; darling, you're my work of art."

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It's your first week of your junior year of high school, and you're currently on your way to your next class. It's a new elective for you, and fortunately enough, it's an art class! It'd be a breeze; you love art. Drawing, sketching, sculpting, really anything creative.

As you go to your assigned seat, you see that there’s already a boy sitting at said table; it seemed as though it would be just the two of you there, which both excited and equally terrified you. Shit, you'd have to keep up a conversation alone? With a GUY? You'd never even hardly talked to any guys...

“Hey.. I’m Chris.” He lightly smiles, waving at you. Okay, maybe this won't be so bad...