A Very Gay Highschool Story

Art Program

I forgot to say this in the last chapter, but as a side point/thought, in the 1940s, y'know the time that the 1st captain America was set in, the word 'punk' means 'effeminate man', so that means Bucky was calling Steve a Twink, and I don't know what to do with that information

Steve

So there was this art thing, and my art teacher picked me to be one of the students to represent the school. So, my last art assignment, which featured Bucky, would be featured of my artwork, and other ones of my choice as long as they are from the last year, which is why I asked Bucky if I could draw his eyes.

There were other things that I drew that weren't of Bucky. Of my drawings, there are: different types of trees in different settings, a field where the focus is a singular flower, all of my friends with their permission, both together as a group and them as individuals with there respective flags behind them, and finally the school building itself, specifically the station, not the depot. 

I was proud of all of them, and these were the drawings that would be featured in the art program. I have invited all of my friends, including Bucky, to this event as well as my mom. I know she would love to see my art being featured at such a big event. She was the one who got me into appreciate art and the one who got me to drawing and painting.

She was excited to go, even more than I was, probably because she has been working herself to near death to support the both of us. My car was a gift to me from an old friend of my dad's before my dad died. Dad didn't make much, but with his salary and Mom's were enough to keep us afloat, but now that he was gone, Mom was trying to keep us afloat by using duct tape on the holes in the boat we were rowing in.

I offered to get a job to help, but she didn't agree until recently when the bills were getting bad. I had applied for a job at the Ice Chalet. It was the ice skating rink we used to go to when Dad was alive, and I knew the people there pretty well already. I got the job the other day, and tomorrow was my first day. Since I already knew basically everyone there, I didn't have to make introductions with the people there. 

When I got home today, I immediately went to work on my other homework before starting to work on my art. I ate dinner when I was done with my other homework, then I started on my artwork. I started to draw Bucky's eyes. I pulled up the picture of Bucky's eyes, the eyes filled with love and admiration and I begin the sketch. I was making this one a painting. Not water colors, paint paint, so I was sketching the outline on a canvas.

When the outline was done, I went to bed. I needed to sleep, my shift at the Ice Chalet started tomorrow started at 8:30 and I didn't want to be late for it. I was excited. I know I was going to be starting at minimum wage, but I would be amongst people I know. I knew about the job opening because one of the workers there, Greg, told me that they had just fired one of the people there for reasons he couldn't disclose. I picked up a application and filled it out, getting a recommendation from Greg and another worker there named Caroline. 

I dreamed of Bucky's eyes. Well, actually Bucky directing the love and admiration in his eyes to me, and not his crush, who ever he or they may be.