(Abandoned) Emo Boyfriend One Shots

Jonah... The Artist (Sad)

Readers POV

I had been trying to get to know this boy in my art class. He draws and he paints beautiful works of art like it is nothing. I can only draw. But my drawings can tell a story. I had drawn the sketches for The Legion Of The Black Movie. As I was lost in my thoughts my teacher had the time to walk over to me. She hit my hand with a ruler. He voice screechy as she yelled at me about how if I don't pay attention in her class I will fail school.

I... of course wasn't listening. I was done with Mrs. Jenifers dumb lectures. I had the highest average in her class but yet she is yelling at me. After giving me a lecture she had received an email. She sat at her computer and I assume read the email. Her face contorted in shock.

When the bell rung at the end of 4th period art was my next class.  I stood up as quick as possible and ran out of class. Or I tried to run out of class. The monster herself grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to her desk.

"(Y/n) what is happening with you. Everyday in my class you start to zone out. Is everything okay... I don't want to see my star student upset. I want to protect my students." Her voice sounding sincere and low in tone. Something was off.

"But you hit my knuckles with a ruler and lectured me I front of the whole class. If that is your idea of protecting a student... Then that is a terrible logic." I began to grow angry. She is saying that protecting me means she can hit me. She doesn't know what I go through.

From the abuse I get from bullies and my family. From the emotional torment that I get from people because I draw "Emo" stuff. I am officially done with people's bullshit.

"(Y/n) I now know what you go through. Someone told me everything. I had only thought that you were becoming lazy. I am so sorry (Y/N)." She reached out and patted my shoulder.

I winced in pain. I had a deep cut from being pushed through a glass window. When Mrs. Jenifers noticed she was hurting me, she rook her hand away.

"I am talking to the principle today and here take this pass. You have Art right."

I took the pass and walked out without a word. I thought about everything that could happen. I can be safe. I could have somebody that loves me. I might be able to live happy.

During the time I spent thinking I reached the art room. I pushed open the door. The teacher turned to me. She noticed how I seemed upset. She grabbed my pass threw it out and walked with me to the back of the room. She sat me at the desk next to the boy.

She looked at him and nodded. He turned to me. "My name is Jonah. I have been wanting to get to know you. Yeah yeah I know. This is the first time we have ever talked and yet I am saying that I want to get to know you..."

"My name is (y/n) nice to meet you. I have actually wanted to get to know you for a while as well." I couldn't help but smile. He is the attractive artist that I have wanted to meet.

"(Y/n) want to come to my house later." He said scratching the back of his neck.

"Sure seems like fun." My smile growing bigger.

After school I walked to Jonah's locker. He had his car keys and his jacket on.

"Ready to go (y/n)." He smiled.

"Yeah let's go." He looked around and his eyes opened in shock.

He grabbed my hand and started running with me through the halls. I was sprinting along with him. When we reached what I assumed was his car he let go of my hand.

"Sorry I saw one of your bullies. I didn't want you to have to deal with that." He said very out of breath.

"How did you know he was one of my bullies?"

"He also bullies me. That isn't important though. Just as long as you are happy."

This was strange. He actually cared how I felt. He opened the passenger side door for me.

"I want to show you some art work I made. If that is okay with you." He said passion burning in his eyes.

"Of course... Your art is so nice. It shows off true feeling and emotion."

Most of the ride was in silence. That was until Nirvana's Smells Like Teenage Spirt came on.

We both were singing along to the song like no tomorrow. When we arrived at his house he invited me in. We spent the whole night going over art and music. He did the cutest thing. He took a pink sharpie and made whiskers on his face. We became best friends overnight.

It was extremely late and I ended up falling asleep in his couch. I woke up the next morning to see him making breakfast for me. The pink sharpie still on his face. I giggled at this making him look at me and smile.

"Am I that hideous that you need to laugh at me." He said sarcastically.

"No I actually think you are attractive." I mentally slapped myself. I am an idiot. I only got to know him last night.

"No, (y/n) you are super pretty. I actually want you to become my girlfriend.

This was sudden. I was shocked to hear this. I liked him and he like me.

"Jonah could I become your girlfriend. I know this is sudden but I really like you."

"Of course, I like you a lot as well. I was Jair nervous to approach you. But when our Art teacher sat you next to me. I knew I had to talk to you."

"Thanks..." I said while checking my watch. "Shit, Jonah we need to go. We are going to be late for school."

"Okay get in the car honey." I blushed at this comment.

We started to head to school when I suddenly had a knot in my stomach. I initially shrugged it off. But it became worse. Then all at once it went away.

Seconds later a car hit us head on. I turned to see Jonah's seatbelt snap. The car rolled and Jonah was ejected from the vehicle. I screamed as we hit the guardrail. The glass shattering all over my body.

I stepped out of the car to see Jonah on the ground. I seemed to have only cuts from the glass and a broken rib.

I moved to his side as quickly as I could. He wasn't responding to me.

I screamed his name. Nothing.

I pressed my head to his chest. Nothing.

I gave him CPR. Nothing.

Jonah wasn't with me. I called 911. They sent a response team immediately. They told me that Jonah had died upon impact of the ground.

I spent a week alone at his house. My parents kicked me out. When I went back to school. The art teacher walked over to me.

"(Y/n) I have decided to give this to you. It is a painting Jonah did of you. Here is his sketchbook as well." Lines of sadness creasing her face.

Thanks. I don't know what to say. I loved him so much but now he is gone.

Life is like a painting. There are endless possibilities as to what you can make of it. A painting can be very long and time consuming to make a reality. But it could also be short and quick. Remember that just because it didn't take a long time. Doesn't mean it wont be beautiful in the end.
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Okay so that last quote I had written for a friend who's brother past away recently...

I wanted to write another sad chapter. The next few will be fluffy and happy. This one was just a chapter to open some peoples eyes.

I live by that quote.

I love Y'all so fucking much
~Matty