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     [My work of art]

     Our teacher divided us into units depending on what type of art we were studying. Painting, drawing, photography, and sculpture. I was in the painting unit with 6 others, including Shancai. "Each unit will create a piece that describes an emotion. Sadness, Joy, Love, and Fear. At the end, someone will come in to choose one piece among the four. The unit who created the piece will be entered into a competition, representing our school. There will be a hefty cash prize to the winner." Everyone gasped at the sudden news, while whispers filled the room. Our unit was assigned with love. And it's funny because I've been feeling that emotion for the past three days now. The teacher just suggested that we brainstorm some ideas for now, and soon we could get into the actual part where we work.

     Me and Shancai had the idea of creating a piece that wasn't only filled with hearts. It was too basic. We discussed how we could create a piece of two skull figures in the middle, caught in an embrace. That represented everlasting love; love beyond death. Other members added onto the idea, putting their own inputs as well. We were definitely going to win this.

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     The day had finally ended, and I found myself at the dorm by myself. Shancai's shift had changed to after school, so she would be back by 5. I wasn't really sure where the others went, but it wasn't like it was my business anyway.

     To stay productive, I grabbed my sketchbook after I left it sitting in my bag for two months. I flipped through the pages while criticizing each and every one of them. And then, I began sketching. I sketched a picture of me and, oh god, I'm gonna sound like a huge delulu for this, me and Minghao. It was when I was putting lipgloss on him. His eyes were focused on me and my eyes were focused on him. Wait. Don't tell me you've caught feelings. Xiaohua! You're a normal, basic, (and sort of ugly) university student. He's an idol, people admire him and buy his songs everyday. Don't you dare even think that you have a chance with him.

     I quickly ripped the paper out of my book when I heard the door unlock. I flipped through the pages acting as if I wasn't just drawing a picture of me and Minghao. Li Xiaohua, you idiot. Jun, Liang Wei and Minghao walked in. Liang Wei was on Jun's back, her legs hugging his torso. I admire you, Liang Wei. You're the girlfriend of an idol. Minghao plopped onto my bed and closed his eyes. "Xiaohua, you wouldn't believe it. These two girls were following me all day, completely in love with me." Minghao sighed. "Hm. I mean, who wouldn't." I said while sketching something in my book. "You're right. But are you saying that you also fell in love?" Minghao teased. I shook my head and hit him lightly. "Of course not." He glanced at my book to see what I was doing. "Woww~~ Are you majoring in art?" Minghao asked, amazed at my light sketches. "Mhm." I nodded in a cool tone, but I was freaking out inside. "Could you show me some of your pieces?" He mumbled, I guess he was afraid to ask. "Of course!," I exclaimed, "I can show you to the art studio, most of my work is in there." Waaa... THE Xu Minghao wanted to see MY art. My heart fluttered just at the thought of it.

     We entered the studio and I scattered to the back, looking for my old pieces. Minghao inspected the wall we worked on today. "You drew this?" Minghao asked, pointing at my faceless self portrait. "Yeah, just struggling on the face." I said while walking near him with some canvases. He smiled again. My stomach filled with butterflies. Gosh, I really have to stop doing that. "Xiaohua! Watch out!"

     I slowly opened my eyes, looking down at my clothes. They were covered in bright purple paint. I mentally slapped my head. Hm? What am I leaning on? I glanced next to me, to find Minghao. We linked our eyes for about 10 seconds. Best 10 seconds of my life. It felt like I was living that y/n life in the stories I read. But I was soon hit back to reality. I quickly stood up, looking at my scattered pieces, also covered in paint. "No, no, no! Please do not tell me-" "Oh, I'm so sorry." Minghao apologized while picking them up. "There's no need to apologize. It's my fault." I replied, frowning. "I should get a change of clothes."