Tara's POV
"Art is better when it isn't too obvious." He uttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked as he suddenly stopped moving my hand.
We looked at each other steadily..
"I think like you Tara.." He confessed.
Gasp!
His face went nearer to mine slowly. He closed his eyes which made mine shut too.
My heart was thumping...
I didn't know why I was carried away.
"Tara?Tara?" A sudden voice cut the moment.
As I opened my sight, Nathan was waving his right hand to me, trying to catch my attention.
"Oh.. sorry" I shook my head and realized it was only my imagination.
"uhh where were we again?" I caught up.
"About the quote thingy?"
"Oh yeah..What did it mean again?"
"Do I have to repeat myself? I said, Art is better when it isn't too obvious because, abstract is unique and is not too common." He cleared out, taking the paintbrush from my hands and returned it on top of his table.
I was supposed to tell him why I froze earlier.. but that would be AWKWARD AND SILLY for me to say that I imagined him intending to kiss me.
Wh-Why did I even think about that?! Why would I expect that kind of situation?!
"I..I probably should go home now." I reasoned out as I stood up and hastily walked to the door.
"Wait, you can leave Hillorvin here. After all, Wayne might take care of it later..." He stood up as I reached for the doorknob.
I just nodded and left, still felt the feels I got from my cruel, goose bumping illusion.
Oh, and if you're wondering about two different rooms Nathan and Wayne has, let me clear it out for you: Nathan would make sure to lock his room and hide the key somewhere that only him would know. To simply put you into understanding, Wayne is clueless about what's inside the other room, and yet doesn't even bother to care about it as well.
The next day...at school...
Wayne's POV
(Library ; 12:00 PM)
I sat there at one of the long tables, writing the last stanza of my lyrics for a new song that I composed. My place was silent and head-free. Of course, I chose a spot where people don't usually stay at.. and that was... at the end of the room, where tall large shelves were surrounding my table.
Students usually standby on the middle part of the library. And that's because..
Umm.. I don't really know.
Oh that's right.. it's because the second librarian is at the end of the room where I was at. And of course, the other one was in front. So yeah, that probably explains it.
All of a sudden, Tara showed up and sat in the same table with me, placing all the books she brought above it.
"Uh hey!" She poked.
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Teen FictionAlters - there are lots of definition behind this small word. But for this story, it would be one complicated thing, especially to a 17-year-old girl who happened to be involved in a guy's life who insanely has two different personalities dominating...