The strange art guy

Chapter 1: A normal highschool day

???'s POV:
(Ya'll will learn the main characters name later when someone speaks to him. Also I hate writing in 3rd person and btw THIS IS NOT GONNA BE ROMANCE AT ALL BECAUSE I CAN NOT WRITE LOVEY DOVEY THINGS)

Art. I'm sure many would agree that it is a beautiful thing. But I wonder how many people really take the time to admire everything about it. Every stroke of the paint brush means something...or at least it does to me, some people do have the tendency to rush art. A reason could be a deadline of sorts that they need to meet in time. Or Perhaps they are just racing through it for no reason but either way art is art.

Written in 3rd person now:

The young man carefully placed down the paint brush. He had finally finished his painting. He stared at it in awe as his piece that took all day to complete was now done. He collected the paint stained sheet on the ground and threw it out, then hung the artwork up on his wall.

The next day.

Tik tik tik tik. The constant sound of a clock ticking replayed in his mind as the time every student and many teachers look forward to approached. Everyone in the room counted the seconds before it happened. The bell rung for lunch. For most people lunch break is a time to hang out with your friends or contemplate your life as you realise you are lonely and unable to build any type of relationship with your peers. Luckily for him he didn't have to deal with any of those. Yes yes, although this dude had no friends he wasn't looking to make some anytime soon. But he wasn't the type to overthink about it and make a failed attempt at friendship. He was quite thrilled just sitting there sketching or day dreaming about winning an award for his art. Oh and of course just combing his BEAUTIFUL brown hair! Yeah he was kinda a freak when it came to taking care of his hair..for some reason..? He never really talked to anyone or let anyone talk to him,  it was either answering questions in class or the occasional "oh my, did you draw that." He would always think about saying 'No Emily I'm just holding a pencil on a page with a drawing on it.' I mean come on. Of course he didn't have the guts to actually say those things though. His parents would always try to convince him to 'chat with others' or 'make some friends' of course he never actually listened but would still reply with "yeah, yeah. I will." They never believed him but had a bit of hope at least.

"Yo, Connor! Let me see that drawing of yours" An annoying voice behind him yelled. Well wasn't this great. Another disturbance. This disturbance that he previously mentioned was named Casey, he always bothered him and tried to make Connor teach him to draw or something. Although he despised Casey he was the person he talked to the most. The guy loved messing with him. "No. I'm not interested in Idle chit chat right now and even if I was willing to talk to you I do not intend to show you my art at this moment." Connor replied in an annoyed tone. "Well jeez who hurt you this morning" he spoke back. "No one. Just leave me alone Casey" he answered. Finally he ended up walking away. Connor went to grab his stuff but of course as any cliche story would go, his notebook was not there. "Well hasn't this been a FANTASTIC day!" He shouted which caught the attention of the others around him. Everyone stared at him for a second before returning to what they were doing. He felt kinda good to actually yell that loud but he realised shortly after that he should probably catch up to the guy and get his notebook back. After an excruciating one minute of trying to catch up to the 'idiotic thief' as Connor liked to call him, he eventually caught up. Nobody knows much about Connor but one thing people knew was how unfit he was so it was a surprise he was able to even catch up to The dude. "Please just hand over my book Casey I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans" he pleaded. "Whatever, I already looked through all your drawings anyway so I got what I wanted, maybe if you weren't so busy combing your 'oh so cherished' hair you would have noticed me!" he jokingly replied. Honestly he wasn't really bothered that he looked through his stuff it was just the fact that Casey was able to sneak his sketch book away from him.

Obviously, school ended. Which meant finally escaping that hell of a building with those horrid people. Well as long as they didn't talk to him they weren't that bad. According to him. Connor arrived home and slowly approached the door, hoping his parent weren't home. Don't get him wrong. His family was a great one! Buuuut...they could get annoying at times and overall just embarrassing. At first all the compliments from them made him feel proud of his work but eventually they became too much but of course he still loved them. He pushed open the door and...YES! Once again he was home alone, Connor could now rest.