I love you, hang ups and all.

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>>3rd personPOV>>

Off is a sheltered guy. He believes that he came from a decent and average family. Still, he was never quite exposed to anything outside his family property.

He could literally count the people his age with whom he talked to. He knew that there were several talks behind his back about him being weird. This didn't bother him given that he is an introvert. He prefers to be by himself as he doodle and work on his art while he listens to foreign artists on his phone.

How ironic is it that his favorite subject would be something that he detest --- people. He's pretty much aware he belongs to this speces. He just doesn't want to bother interacting with people much to his mother's dismay.

>>Off POV>>
"Off, honey,," Mae spoke softly from behnd me making me jump.

"What the---," I managed to cut myself off from cursing as jumped from surprise.

"You now I don't like that kind of language in my house." Mae warned.

"You know that I hate it when anyone goes in my room."  I pointed out.

"I have been knocking for quite a while." she said.

I just managed to left out a soft 'Oh'. It might not necessarily be a lie as I've been engorssed with finishing one of my paintings. She tried to look over my shoulder to look at my work. This was quite a feat for her was quite a short woman.

"Hey. I'm not yet done." I said standing up to try to hide my work behind me.

"What do you mean not finished when that's the only work you've been doing over the break." She just shoved me aside to scrutinized my work. She shook her head and said,  "That's a beautiful subject but it lacks life in the eyes."

"Anyway, what are you doing here, Mae?" I said trying to change the subject.

"Right. I almost forgot about that." she smiled at me. "Por has a dinner with his college friend and would like to take us along."

"You know its not my thing." I said.

"Well, his friend is bringing his son who's roughly around your age. He'd go to the same school so I thought you can  help him make friends in your school." She said with much worry.

It's quite weird to be transferring in the middle of hte school year. Then I caught wind of what she was pointing at, "Aw, Ma. I do have friends but I'm not sure I can help out that much." I said. She really thinks that I don't have friends.

"Really. Tell me who are your friends?" she asked.

I looked up and trying to recall any of my classmates and ended up with nothing.

"I have friends but I just suck at recalling names." I lied.

"I think making friends would help you with your art." she pointed at the lifeless eyes of my drawing.

I looked behind me trying to find what my mother is pointing to. I never seem to understand what she means but I know that it lacked something.

"Perhaps noto tonight. I still have to prepare for school." I turned to her.

She sighed in defeat as she shook her head. "Alright. I won't push you any longer. If you want to eat anything, just heat some food from the fridge." she said before leaving my room.

I don't know how long I sat there staring at my work. I tried to think how I can complete this but I already lost my interest.

I was pulled out from my thoughts when I heard the car drive out from our house. I got up and lied in bed in defeat.