(Authors note real quick: What's good, I'm sure ur here from TikTok, or from memes going around, but let mama slice some of that clout, i wrote this in grade nine science class and I just think it's the best thing I've ever done. Anyways love y'all, hope u enjoy MWAH💕💕🥰)
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Ugh!!"
You wake up to the sound of your alarm. It's 10:00 you only have half an hour to get ready. You stagger out of bed and hop in the shower. After that you put on some green track pants and a white baggy shirt and shove your apron in your bag.
"I can't wait to paint!"
Your excited to be going to bob Ross's private art class, your even more excited about that fact that it's in his house. You've had a crush on bob Ross for awell now, we'll I wouldn't blame you, he's is your roll model.
You put some bread in the toaster and grab a glass of milk. You begin to day dream about all the possibilities of today, as ur toast popped and startled you, after realizing what the sound was you look at the time, it's 10:55.
"OH crap, I'm late!"
You grab your toast and rush out the door.
Bob Ross's house is about a 45 minute drive. You pull up to his luxurious house.
"wow, his house is huge, and there's a lot of people here..."
you said annoyed. You have troubles finding a parking spot, but you eventually did. You knock on the door, waiting a few seconds before you hear foot steps coming towards you.
The door opens as you see this handsome, Afro man holding the door open.
"hello, I'm Bob Ross, welcome to my humble home~"
He gave you a gesture that meant come in. You walked into the house.
"thank you, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm (Y/N)"
"Hello (Y/N), and it's totally fine, we just painted our nice little red sky so far, so I'll help you get started"
"T-Thank you so much" you statered as you rush over to the empty easel and pull your apron out of your bag and throw it on. You walk to the table with paints and put them on the bit of plastic plate at my section and ready for bob to help you.
"Everyones sky's look so good" you whisper to myself, attempting to mix the orange and red oil paints. "Yours will be just as amazing-" a voice whispered from behind your shoulder, which sends shivers down my body. Bob leans down to meet your eyes at the same level. "it's not about the outcome it's about the fun of doing it" He gently holds my hand and adds a little reddish orange to my paint brush, and begins to guide my hand across the canvas.
I blush a deep shade of red.
'his strokes are so smooth' you think to yourself.
"There you go, now we're all at the same place" he smiles and let's my hand go and heads over to his easel.
"Alright now we are going to paint the party in the sky. Let's start with some happy little clouds in your picture."
He gently mixes some white with some blue, and begins in an X form, fluffy blobs on the top of his canvas that eventually began to look like clouds.
After a hour everyone's finishing up some final touches of there scenery while your still struggling with the lake...
