𝑹𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒇*𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆
•-☀︎-⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆- ☀︎-•
Oakley had a tendency to be bitch to the students of West Valley...That didn't seem to matter to a perky new boy
Miguel Diaz x OC
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𝑶𝑨𝑲𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑺 both excited and nervous. She tried to hide it, but her emotions buzzed just under the surface. This night wasn't just about showcasing her art—it was about proving something to herself, and more importantly, to her parents. Drew especially.
Her dad's approval meant everything to her, and the nagging thought that he might not like her work had her stomach tied in knots.
As the three of them strolled through the art center, her parents admired the various pieces on display. Oakley's hands grew sweaty with every step they took, the display panel with her work coming closer and closer.
"These are all so nice," Diana said warmly, her voice filled with genuine admiration as she scanned the room.
"Yeah, everyone did a good—" Drew started, but his words caught in his throat as they reached Oakley's section. His eyes locked on one particular painting. He froze.
"Oakley," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Diana turned toward him, and when she saw the painting, a soft smile spread across her face. It wasn't just any painting—it was a re-creation of a photo Drew had carried in his wallet for years. It captured a moment of pure joy: Drew spraying a younger Oakley with a water gun, the two of them laughing together, with Diana smiling in the background.
The colors were vibrant, breathing life into the memory, except for one corner of the canvas, where the paper was tinged with a muddy, water-damaged texture. The imperfection had been carefully integrated into the piece, blending seamlessly into the memory.
"Do you guys like it?" Oakley finally asked, her voice soft and hesitant. Her gaze was fixed on the floor. "It got wet, and I thought I did a good job trying to fix it..." Her words tumbled out in a nervous ramble.
Drew stepped closer, his eyes never leaving the painting. "Oakley," he began, his voice full of awe, "how could I not love this?"
Her head shot up at his words, her heart swelling. He likes it, she thought, relief washing over her.
Diana chimed in, her tone warm and reassuring. "I actually think the water damage makes it better. It ties into the memory—messy and chaotic, just like that day."
