A Very Gay Highschool Story

Art Show

Bucky

It was the end of school, the art show would be starting soon. To be honest, I was both excited and nervous for seeing Steve's artwork. Ever since Steve asked for me to pose for a drawing, I have been wanting to see it, but he has been very defensive of his art, not letting me see it until today. 

Clint: Pietro and I are going on a date, so we won't be able to come to your art show. Tell us how it goes!

Two men down. Good for Pietro though, he has had a crush on Clint for the longest time. I wish I was able to date Steve... Anyway, the rest of the friend group was there, making jokes about Clint and Pietro's date, Wanda even joining in. 

It was finally five, the art show starting. We went up to the commons/ lunch room where the tables had been moved around for the art to be easily displayed. The art went into the school's small library and the latin room next to the library. Steve comes up to us, looking very enthusiastic. 

"This way." He says, leading them to the latin room. 

We walk into the latin room, then to his section. I saw that the 'featured arts' of his section were eyes. It was all of our eyes. Mine, Peter's, Loki's, all of our eyes that expressed different emotions. Mine was love, Loki's was heartbreak, Peter's was loss, et cetera. Steve was so talented. The rest were of us as a friend group, and pieces of nature.

"These are amazing Steve." I tell him, and he blushed.

"Thank you." Steve said sheepishly.

"How did you manage to convey these feelings with just our eyes?" Loki asked, looking at the portrait of his own eyes. "It is very haunting."

"I don't know." Steve shrugs. "I just draw it and it comes out like this."

After looking at Steve's section, the friend group minus Steve, who had to stay with his art, went around to everyone else's art. Soon enough, the art show was over and they were going to announce the person who's art would be featured at the art gallery near the school. 

"We have had a lot of talent here today." The lady announced. She doesn't work here so I don't really care about her name. "But there can only be one person featured. I will start by announcing the runner up for being featured, if the winner doesn't want to be featured." She opens up an envelope and reads the name. "Darcy Lewis." The girl walked up and stood there awkwardly as people clapped and cheered. "Now for the person who's art will be featured at the art gallery." She pulled out a second envelope and opened it. "Steve Rogers." 

Steve walked up as we cheered embarrassingly loud for him. The woman went on a congratulatory speech for both Steve and Darcy. After everything was done and cleaned up, we went to a celebratory dinner for Steve. Everything was going great. Since Steve had to sell his own car for money and his mom went immediately home after the event, I was taking him home. We loaded up in my car, him holding his leftovers and the food he ordered for his mom. 

"So, uh, can I ask you a personal question?" Steve asked. 

"Sure." I ask, not really processing what he asked.

"Who were you thinking about when I took the photos of your eyes?" He asked, and I stopped thinking.