Autumn Leaves

One

I have a feeling this will all be in kellin's point of view unless it says otherwise. I hope you enjoy.

Jennay ***
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It was the first day of the second semester. I was on my way to Professor McKinnon's class when I just so happened to bump into Vic Fuentes. Captain of the soccer team.

"Watch where you're going!" He yelled. Well sorry that the hallway was packed with people on their way to the 8:00 a.m. class. Why did I pick a class in the morning? I'm not really sure. But it was only on Wednesdays so it was alright I guess. I got to the class a little early so I decided to doodle a little bit.

That doodle quickly became a drawing, just like all my other doodles. I didn't get in trouble for drawing when the clock struck eight. Considering this was an art based class. Sketching. I loved this class. Even if it was really early in the day. My friend Taylor came into the room late. Weird. She handed McKinnon a note and made her way to the seat adjacent to mine.

"Good morning Kellin." She said with a bright smile. I loved how she always seemed happy. Even when I know she's not. Like now, I had a suspicion of what was on the note.

"Good morning Taylor," I smiled. "What's going on?" I gave her a look letting her know I knew something was up.

"It's my brother." Her brother was always getting in trouble with weed. I've smoked a little bit here and there with him but, nothing major. I don't really smoke anymore though.

"Weed?"

"Yup" she said. Popping the 'p' "I had to go pick him up from the holding place. I let him stay the night there because he's an idiot."

Professor McKinnon always starts the class at 8:15 sharp. "Good morning. I hope you all have read the course outline." I have. He continues, "If you haven't, you're already behind. I will collect the project at the end of four classes. You will leave your supplies here, therefore you are not tempted to work on them in your spare time. I will colect your drawing at the end of the class i collect it on, three weeks from now. You may begin."

I start drawing almost immediately. I loved art. I almost loved it as much as my music. Me and a couple buddies from Michigan started a band last year. Sleeping With Sirens was a big hit in our small town. Even if we had just started and didn't really know our sound. We did a couple covers of songs, and then we started writing our own music.

I looked down at my paper and realized what I was drawing absent-mindedly. My face grew warm and I'm sure bright red as I looked at the image of Vic on my paper. I quickly crumpled it up and threw it away. It wasn't like people didn't know I was gay, I was completely open with it. It's just no one knew I thought Vic was hot. Other than Taylor and my sister. I told those two everything.

I sat back down in my seat and get some more paper from my bag. This time I'm drawing a bundle of roses. I'm drawing my fourth rose when Professor McKinnon comes around the room.

"I see you're one of the faster drawers." He says to me.

"Yes sir."

"Do you enjoy drawing?"

"If I didn't I wouldn't really be in here now would I?" Oh how I loved being sarcastic.

"Well I assume not. But that's certainly not the attitude to have in this class." I see he's not a huge fan of my sarcasm.

"Well, that's who I am. I am a sarcastic little kid who can't lift half his body weight." I'm sure that didn't really explain why I had an 'attitude' but it's true. Being in college and only weighing about 165lbs isn't really the best thing on earth. In high school I wasn't popular. I was quiet, gay, sarcastic, and the worst one of all "anorexic emo fag" as I was so called very often. It hit me pretty hard seeing how my doctor said I was perfectly fine.

"Well I'm sure that sarcasm will be gone by the end of this semester." And with that, he walked away. Looking at all the other students' work.

I turn to Taylor to see that she's drawing a panda bear. And I must say it's pretty fucking adorable.

"That's cute"

"Thanks. But it's never going to be as realistic as your roses" I looked down at my paper and admire my own work. My roses were really realistic. I had to admit I was really good at art. I always have been. I guess you could say being good at art was like being gay for me. I was born this way. "Good at art, fabulous at heart." That was my senior quote. I said it myself as the sarcastic little "fag" that I am.

"You'll get better at it I promise." I gave her a smile and before I knew it, the class was over and I was handing in my drawing to the professor.

I headed to the library to kill some time before my next class. Art history. Aka boring hell. I had to take a class in wich I actually learned something. I didn't pay all this money to do what I do all the time. As I was walking across the square yard in the middle of the building, Vic was kicking a soccer ball around with some of the team members and the ball came in my direction. In the air. If I hadn't ducked it would've hit me dead on. Vic came over to me almost immediately.

"Are you okay?" Why did he care?

"I'm fine. It didn't hit me."

"Okay, just making sure you're okay"

That was weird. Really weird. Last time I knew, Vic thought I was an annoying prick who got in his way. Maybe.. no. I shook my head to clear it up of the thoughts running a million times per second. I can't be thinking about these things. Not when I barley know him. Not that he'd feel the same towards me. He's straight as far as I know. Wasn't he?