Open Windows, Closed doors.

Words and wind

The next few weeks were torture.
Absolute Torture.
They both absolutely hated it.
I mean, how easy can it be to just constantly pass eachother, but never talk? Just arkward glances, somethings a shoulder brushing against another.

It was an absolute nightmare for the both of them.

Not like they could ever say that.
Or do anything about it.
It just happened.

Kristian started intentionally changing the way he walked around campus and the city, just so that maybe he would cross Oliver's path.

Oliver, didn't do shit.
He didn't do a single damn thing.
He was just arkward.
When he started seeing Kristian around more, he started to go out less due to embarrassment.
How was he supposed to talk to him anyways?
Just casually "Yeah for the past few weeks you're the only thing i've drawn and i might ve creepily obsessed with you."?
No. He's not going to do that. Thank god.
But, he does something that was also undeniably stupid.

Not intentionally.
Never intentionally.
But he did it.
And he will never live it down.

One day, inbetween classes, he was sitting in the courtyard, he got up to go to his locker quickly, and grab some supplies.
He left his sketchbook on top of his bag on the bench.

Wind. Fucking wind. Ruining emo boys hair and opening sketchbooks.

His sketchbook opened with the breeze (thank you lighweight 2€ sketchpads), and one of Kristian's friends happened to walk by.

Curious by the sketchbook, they took a look.
When they saw the sketches of Kristian, they took a few pictures and immediately left quickly.

They just had to tell Kristian about this.
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Kristian [Fruitfest]
Hey hey hey
Kristian
Fruitfest
Hey
You should see this

What? I'm in class what the actual fuck is
that important?
Just see this? okay?

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And there it was
The sketches.
Theres a lot of them. A lot. Probably way too many. And they're so so detailed.
Well, if Kristian wasn't creeped out before, he definetly was not. Atleast a little.
It's a mix of flattery and being somewhat disturbed.
Was he really that interesting to someone?

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Oliver, being blissfully unaware, came and got his sketchbook, his bag, and went back to his lessons like absolutely nothing had happened.
Well. He didn't know.
Yet.
But he would. And it would not be pretty.

When Oliver got home, he dumped his bag down in a corner of his room, sat down on his bed, and scrolled on his phone.

He saw a post.
It was his sketches. Published by Kristian himself?
The post read:
"Found out that these exist, i'm both flattered and disturbed. But they're good! Thanks?<3"

The comments of the post were full of his classmates, and even some of his friends, debating on this.
So now Kristian knows. Some weirdo from the art course has a dumb crush-like obsession with him. And Oliver will never leave his bags unattended.

Im that moment, he wanted to sink into an abyss and die in the moment.
He's a moron. An absolute moron.
He thinks he should burn the sketchbook.

But what was he supposed to do?

'He thinks i'm a massive weirdo. Great.'

'He probably is creeped out-'

'But he makes such a good model- He just looks really good. Is calling him easy to draw an insult?'

'He's just nice to look at?'

His mind was cluttered. Trying desperately to justify his actions to himself.
But his panic was quickly disrupted by his roomate calling him down for dinner.

Well. This was arkward.
This is going to be so very arkward.

Maybe he should drop out of school, no embarrassment that way. Right?
Well, he's taking this secret to his grave.