Art M.C

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"Since when do you care bout art?",you said putting down your pencil and looking up at him.

He shrugged.

"Besides why'd you bring me out here just to watch me draw. I thought we were going to a movie."

"This is more if a win win situation.",he said smiling at me.

"In what way Michael Clifford?"

"Well for starters I hate romance movies and you do too."

"Could've seen action-",you murdered.

"Besides the point. You love drawing t you've always needed the right inspiration. So I brought you here. And I love watching you do the things you love."

You gave a small smile.

"This is a beautiful view. How you found it you probably got lost. But why do you love watching me put a pencil to paper?"

"Because you don't stop when you find inspiration. Your eyes get trained on the canvas and your hand doesn't stop moving. You just get so cute. And when you finish you have this huge smile on your face. And you're just in this state of peace and serenity. The whole world could fall but you'd still be drawing."

You chuckled.

"Well. You aren't wrong."

He smiled."what do you have so far."

He looked over on the paper with a smile but when he saw the picture his face fell and he looked at her.

"You drew me?"

"You're a piece of art Michael Gordon Clifford."

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