𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

29) Vernissage

Vernissage (noun) [ver-nuh-sahzh]
A reception at a gallery for an artist whose show is about to open to the public

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"So then I just went back to class," You narrated on the phone, to Dylan your best friend. "Hmm. That sounds... very... interesting," Dylan responded.

You stopped, confused. "Are you doing something?" You asked. "Yeah, I'm doing a project. Just finishing it off," Dylan said. You felt bad inside, "Oh, we can talk later then."

"No no no! Please... I enjoy talking to you. Helps me concentrate better," Dylan said, making you smile. You liked him. A lot. He was so sweet and kind. You virtually have all your classes with him.

"Okay... so what are you doing? What's the project?" You questioned, walking to the kitchen and getting a pack of Lays chips. Dylan didn't respond immediately.

"Uh, well... it's a surprise. I don't want to give it away," Dylan said and you rolled your eyes. "Oh, come on. Please tell me!" You pleaded. You really wanted to know what he was so occupied in.

"It's going to have an unveiling so you can see it there," Dylan said. You sighed, "Fineeeee." Silence fell upon both of you.

"Okay... I should leave you with your 'secret project'," You mocked him. You heard Dylan chuckle. You said goodbye and ended the call.

You threw the empty packet of chips in the dustbin, the notification sound rang on your phone.

From Dylan:
Hey, sry but I didn't want to ruin the surprise, hence it being a 'surprise'. 😂😊
The unveiling is on Tuesday at 5:00 PM. I'd love it if you come.

You smiled at your phone.

To Dylan:
That's okay Dyl! 😘 I'd love to come see you and your 'project I have no idea about'. 😂 See you on Tuesday.

*****

"Alright, thank you!" You say to the taxi driver. Your car was gone for repairs cause some SMART person banged into it while parking. Luckily, you had insurance.

You entered the art gallery. Yes, Dylan's 'secret project' was being unveiled at an art gallery. Obviously, your number one guess was that the project was some art work.

You looked at your watch: 4:45 PM. You were anxiously awaiting the surprise.

You looked around as you entered the gallery, the lobby looked beautiful. You made your way to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. O'brien's unveiling," You said to the lady.

"May I know your name ma'am?" The lady, Grace, asked. "[y/n]... [y/n] [y/l/n]," You answered. Grace smirked, "The unveiling is that way." She pointed towards a sign that said: 'Winsome: By Dylan O'brien'. You smiled and nodded, then started walking towards the area.

It was a square room, a rectangle covered with a cloth and surrounded by a barrier was hanging on the wall in front.

You immediately saw Dylan, smiling and talking to a couple. "Dylan," you said and walked towards him. He turned to you, his face brightened.

"Hey! So happy to see you," He greeted as he hugged you. You hugged him back tightly, loving every moment of the embrace. Dylan looked so good. Even though he was wearing all formal, his hair was messy as usual, and he looked amazing.

"You look pretty," Dylan whispered in your ears, making you shiver. "You look good too," you whisper back and pull away from the hug.

"Guys, this is [y/n] [y/l/n], a good friend of mine," Dylan introduced to the couple standing in front of you both. You shook their hands and smiled. The couple exchanged grins and then looked to Dylan. They nodded then walked away.

"She looks the same!" You heard the lady whisper to the man, making you confused and curious.

You were about to ask Dylan about it but he started to walk towards the front, standing next to the covered piece of art.

"Thank you all for coming here!" Dylan announced happily. Seeing him so happy made you feel fuzzy inside. The glimmer in his eyes was beautiful.

"I was sitting in art class one day, staring out the window. The day was mundane, as usual but the inspiration, my inspiration for this piece came into my life that day. It was a blessing and I'm so thankful," Dylan pointed to the hanging piece, "This... This took time, effort and all the passion I could gather from within myself. I couldn't have done it without the special person in my life... you."

He gestured to you, and all the people turned to look at you. You could feel your cheeks turning hot, with the sudden increase in attention.

"I dedicate this to you, [y/n]. The person who puts a smile on my face everyday," He said and turned to the art piece, "I present to you: 'Winsome'." Your heart started to beat faster as his hand reached to the cloth.

With a sharp tug, the cloth came off revealing the work underneath.

Your breath was taken away. It was a masterpiece, flawless. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

It was you. A painting of you smiling, as the wind blew you hair, a candid photo. But it wasn't just a sketch or a painted portrait. It was colourful, your hair was multicolored rather than your normal [y/h/c]. Your face was a spectrum of colours. In fact, the whole thing was a spectrum of colours blending together.

You slowly stepped forward, the world around you was nothing of your interest right now. You were indulged into the picture completely.

"Do you like it?" Dylan asked, standing inches away from you. "I... I don't like it at all," You said, a flat face. A look of horror washed over Dylan's face and before he could comment, you spoke up.

"It's... I LOVE IT! It's amazing, it's... I have no words," You smiled and hugged his arm. His hand snaked into yours and you looked at him in the eye.

You could feel your faces coming closer but a voice stopped you. "Oh my God Dylan! It's fabulous! You're such an amazing artist!" A lady came up to him and complimented. "Aw thanks, Rebecca!" Dylan responded.

There was and label placed under the painting:

Winsome (adj.)
Sweetly or innocently charming.
By Dylan O'brien.
Dedicated to the happiness in my life, [y/n].

"Aw, that's sweet," You say, still holding Dylan's hand and he smiled. You couldn't ask for a better surprise. You especially couldn't ask for a better friend.