Empty Promises (Bloody Painter x Reader) [RE-WRITTEN]

Chapter 1 - Admittance

I sat in class, sighing every now and again and drawing in my notebook as I sat in my seat, two away from this guy called Helen Otis. He was a weird kid, to say the least. I'm not meaning this in a bad way, but he was like the definition of loner. He didn't even have anyone sitting near him. No-one next to him, in front of him or behind him. A complete island in the classroom. He was an artist, like myself. I felt like we had a weird connection because of that, but we never talked. Not once. To be fair I only talked to two people. My roommate and my brother, Tom. Tom was bullied a lot, I tried defending him, but to no avail.

Sometimes I watch Helen. Not in a creepy stalker way, I just watch him draw, do work, daydream and just block out the world. He interests me in a weird way. I admire the way he blocks out the world with no worries at all. No cares about what happened to him or what people thought about it. I even managed to see his drawings sometimes. He's truly an amazing artist. I wish I was that good.

One day I decided that I would talk to him, try and get to know him better.

"Helen?" I say to him, despite my nerves yelling no.

"(Y/N)? What do you want?" He replied, looking up from one of his drawings. He was drawing the tree outside the window he was next to.

"I was just wondering if I could see some of your drawings? I can't help but see you drawing sometimes and I love drawing too, so I was hoping to see how you drew and maybe get a little inspiration." I manage to get out, my stomach fluttering like a million butterflies.

"Sure, whatever." He handed me his bright green notebook, with a very dismissive look on his face. I flicked through the pages and I can't help but admire his amazing drawing skills.

"These are amazing. You're so talented!" I say, not looking up from the masterpieces.

"Thanks. You draw right?" He asked me.

"Yeah, but I'm nothing compared to you." I say, handing back his notebook.

"Can I see your drawings then? I mean, I saw yours so why not?" He asked.

"Sure!" I say excitedly, grabbing my homemade notebook. It was only really some pieces of paper stapled together full of dumb little doodles. He slowly flicked through the pages, his face not changing at all. I stood there smiling, waiting for him to finish looking when he suddenly looked a little confused. I also got confused so I went over and looked at the page when I saw a drawing that I had forgotten about and I really didn't want him to see. It was me and him... holding hands... with a small heart above us...

So I liked him... a lot...

"What is this (Y/N)?" He asked, really confused.

I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything. I just grabbed the notebook out of his hands and ran out in embarrassment. I ran to the tree outside and I couldn't help but start crying. Not much but enough to dampen my cheeks. I stayed there until Tom came up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, softly.

"What is it Tom?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"Do you really like Helen?" He asked.

"How did you know?"

He suddenly looked upset. Why?

"He started blushing like crazy and Ban managed to get it out of him."

"Fucking hell..."

"Just forget about that loner, I'll take care of him for hurting my sister." He said, anger lacing his voice.

"I'm okay Tom. It's fine. Really."

"No. You were crying just a moment ago! You're clearly not okay." He hugged me and I hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.

"(Y/N)?" He pulled away from the hug, looking right at me.

"Yes Tom?" I asked, wiping my eyes again.

"I'll get him for making you cry. I promise."