Artistry

˚⋆˙‧☽ Porcelain ☾‧˙⋆˚

No one's P.o.v

(Y/n) clutched her back closer to her walking down the university's campus. Green leaves danced in the breeze as flowers from the bushes bloomed. The sound of trickling water makes her worries disappear.

'Today is it, another day in college.' She pondered, her eyes fluttered closed as she took a deep breath. She walked onto the campus with a peaceful composer.

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𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡

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Y/n's P.o.v

I was searching for my third class, it was ceramics. My schedule went from color theory, art history, ceramics, painting, drawing, then lastly contemporary art classes.

Backing out of my trance I wandered into the class. Willow and Reese, Literally my two only friends in this school. I'm not very social, can you tell?

"Hey (Y/n), Come sit over here with us!" Willow gestured.

"C-coming!" I stuttered out of excitement, clutching my worn-out brown bag close to my chest.

I walked over to the table, sitting down between the two of them. The teacher walked in, giving instructions on today's assignment. We grabbed sheets of paper, starting to write our plans for the pot, doodling small designs that would be on them.

"Sooo, (Y/n), what have you been up to?" Reese asked, his ginger hair shone in the sunlight.

"I've been with Bee, we've just been going out for walks more often," I said writing down the floral and vines designs I wanted on my pot.

"Oh my god, Bee is the sweetest! I have to come over again. I want to hear about their poems." Willow said, twirling her pencil on the desk.

"Has Bee come out to your parents yet about being you know, non-binary and pan?" Reese leans over the desk, one of his eyebrows quirking up.

"No, you know how they are." I sighed and glanced down at my work. I wrote down the materials I needed, which mainly consisted of porcelain clay. I understood the history behind porcelain clay, it was one of last year's topics.

"Ughhh, I hate your parents! I wish mine would just adopt you already." Willow stopped writing and slammed their fist down. The teacher stiffly called them out, which caused her to mumble a small, 'sorry.'

"I don't like them either, Willa," I slouched, as I closed my eyes and massaged the sides of my head gently.

"Hey! No sad! Only happy! Let's talk about something else." Reese changed the subject and pulled me up to sit properly.

The feelings in the air were now tranquil. And like always, we spent the whole time ranting.

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𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡

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Y/n P.o.v

Lunch soon came around. Willow, Reese, and I chose the same schedule, since we were allowed to choose our breaks and lunch times.. We took our meals then walked to our spot under the pink big willow tree.

"Yeahhh! My tree!" Willow squealed as she rushed over to a nice grassy spot under it.

They put their takeout container on the ground, Reese and I shared a glance. I shrugged and chased after Willow, sitting next to her. I took out my book as I took a bite of the soft blueberry muffin in my hand. Willow tried to read over my shoulder, which wasn't quite working due to the slow pace she read at. Meanwhile, Reese took out his ukelele and began to tune it, gently turning the pegs and strumming it making sure nothing was off. He gently strummed it, a soft melody played, catching our attention. Reese stopped playing and glanced at us.

"Did you make a new song?" I asked, biting into my muffin again.

"Yeah I did, do you want to hear it?" Reese asked, tilting his head and smiling softly. Willow and I both nodded, she still laid over my shoulder. He chuckled at us, looking down at his ukelele. He took a breath then began.

"Oh boyyy~ You make me feel some sort of way~ That I can not say~ My cheeks go red when I look at your lips~ Thinking how~ They would feel when we kiss~" Reese went on with the melody, he was an expert at writing love songs. Sometimes they honestly made me feel a little lonely. Looking to the side, I see Willow entranced by the rhythm. A few more moments passed by. Willow and I looked at him in awe.

"Woah," Willow says enchanted. I slowly lifted my muffin up, trying to bite. But my mouth just hung agape from awe.

"Come on, Honey bunches. I'm not that good," Reese says scratching the back of his neck, his hand moving down comfortably down his shoulder.

"That's a fucking lie and you know it!" Willow huffed, popping her head up over my shoulder.

"You're amazing, Reese!" I said, putting down my book. He blushed, giving a bright smile.

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𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡

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Y/n's P.o.v

I stare at a blank canvas tapping the end of the paintbrush against my lips. No ideas were coming to mind. I glanced over at Willow right next to me, we were in painting class now.

Willow looked concentrated and calm. She wasn't one to be so focused or peaceful. Unless it was art. They always were loud and energetic, and oh so very stubborn. Willow is a tough cookie. I remember our days in middle school. She would go up to anyone I would talk to and say that I was their best friend proudly.

I glanced over at Willow's painting, she had a passion for art, more detailed realistic art, and renaissance paintings. Their painting was of James Charles but in an old-time period style. I snickered under my breath.

"Hey sisters," I said in my best impression of him, she started to laugh.

"Heyyy sisters!" Willow said a bit louder, gasp laughing. We leaned on each other, trying not to fall out of our seats. I picked myself up and stared at my canvas again. I had an idea, but I wanted feedback before I started.

My hand gently curved and rubbed up against the canvas, using the pencil to sketch out the base of the woman. The base was completed, I was deep into concentration. The drawing was of Marie Antoinette, a historical figure. I pictured flowers the best I could in my head before I started to draw them all around the woman. I felt proud of the sketch, the woman already looked elegant. I decided to call it a day there.

"Ready to go (N/n)?" Willow asks as she gathers up her things. I nod tiredly. As I put everything away, Willow held out her hand to me. I accepted it. She gently pulled me up.

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝔹𝕖𝕖