The Art of Love - Lumity Human AU

Chapter 29

Amity POV:

~art class~

During art, Luz and I were working on the upcoming "combine your skills" project. We decided to do our theme as "seasons," me doing winter and spring, and Luz doing summer and fall. While I was roughly sketching my side out, Luz was picking out some paint colors for her side.

Since I wasn't that "professional" of an artist, most of the trees for winter looked like disfigured triangles, and the snowflakes were asymmetrical.

I tried to do the spring side, but it looked even worse, with blobby flowers and grass so spiky that it could kill. I groaned in annoyance, muttering about stupid class schedules.

"I'm back!" I heard Luz behind me.

I jumped from my seat and said, "Luz, you almost gave me a heart attack. Please don't sneak up on me."

"Ok! I also got the paint for your drawing so-." Her voice trailed off once she noticed my blob trees, snowflakes, and kindergarten style flowers.

"Wow Amity...that looks so... good." Luz said, and I could practically hear the grimace in her voice.

"I know, I know, I'm bad at drawing." I muttered, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"Want me to help?" She asked, looking at me and tilting her head to the side, almost like a puppy.

"O-okay." I stammered.

She leaned over behind me, and asked, "Can I borrow your pencil?"

I handed it over to her and she leaned in even closer, placing her hands on the paper. I could feel her warm breathing on the back of my neck.

"Is this position really necessary?" I asked, my face turning beet red.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that." She muttered, moving back to her chair.

"So, in order to draw a proper tree..." As she explained the steps for me to draw, I started to zone out, staring at her. I loved the way her coffee brown eyes lit up when she talked about what she liked, and how her short messy hair stuck out in all directions. I loved how she was so gentle when she spoke, and how her smile was incredibly contagious. And most of all, I loved how behind all that gentleness and kindness, there was a protective side of her, one that made me feel calm whenever I was around her. I loved her so much-as a friend I mean.

"Amity, Amity, you there?" Luz asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh, what? Oh sorry, just zoned out for a second." I muttered, my face turning beet red.

"Yea, no problem." She said

"So do you want to start working on the paint mixing for-."

The bell rang suddenly, and we all packed up and left class.

Did I really spend a whole class period thinking about the things I loved liked about Luz? I mean, she's so likeable, I guess. This is probably how you feel when you want to be best friends with someone. It's not like I like her more than that, right...?