Drawing of a Rose [Troyler AU]

Chapter 7: Artwork

Tylers P.O.V.

After lunch, I went to History with Zoe and Alfie. We just sat around talking and giggling till our next subject.

Alfie had football, Zoe had drama and I had art.

I walked into the art room and sat down in front of one of the easels. I read the instructions on the board (paint anything you desire) and thought about what I wanted to do.

I decided to just grab a bunch of paints and go from there.

I dabbed two blue circles on the canvas, and gradually adding layer and layer of colour.

Students walked past me, but my mind was focused on my painting, which had started to take shape.

35 minutes passed, and I had completed my painting. I stepped back and admired it.

It was a tiger hiding behind leaves. It was half hidden in the shadow, the black and orange fur dull in colour. Yet what took my breath away was the eyes.

They were shining a shallow sea blue,  seeming to ripple different shades of blue the closer I looked at them. They had layers of emotions clouded in them. Loneliness, anger and fear. The more I stared into them, the familiar they seemed.

I just stared at my painting for five minutes.

I snapped back to reality when I heard the art teacher telling everyone to put their paint brushes down.

"Don't worry if you haven't finished, you'll have time to later. Right now though, everyone will walk around to see each others painting." The teacher said.

I strolled around the room, moving from painting to painting.

There was a variety of different styles, but they all seemed to have bright colours splattered around to make a shape. Some paintings that caught my eye included a pair of eyes crying rainbows, a dragon with its wings spread out and a silhouette of a girl holding bright balloons against a stormy setting.

Yet one was different than all the others.

It had a dark feel to it. It was an angel sat on the ground. Her wings drooped behind her, ripped and teared in places. She was looking up, in a screaming position yet her mouth was shut. Her hands were reached out, looking like they were stopped by a barrier. Red and green specks settled near her grey dress.

It was hauntingly beautiful, like a nightmare wrapped like a dream.

I returned to my painting, feeling outdone by the dark painting.

Five minutes till the bell, the teacher handed us a paper of the assignment layout of that semester, and congratulated us on outstanding artwork, which we could take home if they were dry.

I stuffed the paper in my bag, packed everything away, mentally reminding myself to speak to the artist who painted the angel.

The bell sounded and I grabbed my painting,  walking over to the area where I saw the angel.

I spotted it and rushed to it.

"Hey. I just wanted to say you're a really good artist" I said, then stopped when I saw them.

It was none other than Troye.

He looked at me, his eyes flickering before his face went neutral.

"Thank you" he mumbled, and walked out. This time I knew better than to grab him.

My mind wandered as I walked out of the school to my car.

What is this boy hiding?

A/N Hiya!
Liking the story? The picture I posted is what I imagine Tyler painting but with blue eyes instead.
I think this is my favourute chapter because I love art and painting. FUN FACT: Those other paintings I described (not Tylers or troyes) are actual paintings I have yet to finish.

.... I had something else to say but I forgot. Oh well.

Imma go now, it's really late. Comment and vote if you enjoy this chapter.
BYE!!!.

Jam.