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"pair up with someone and start you project. remember to incorporate both you and your partner's feelings" the teacher says
i look around at the small amount of people in this class. i then make eye contact with ethan dolan, the shy kid who sits in the corner of every class and everyone thinks is weird. what people don't get is that he isn't weird. he's just shy and quiet. he's different, that's what i like about him.
i smile and sit next to him "why are you here?" he mumbles
"to be your partner"
he looks at all the other guys in the room that are staring at the two of us "why don't you be partners with one of them?"
"i want to be your partner"
a slight smile appears on his face, making me feel all giddy inside.
"what are your ideas about this drawing?" he asks
"i was thinking of a doorway with a dark figure"
"it's a little cliche, don't you think? the dark figure represents your fears or whatever and it's slightly out of reach. basically saying that your fears are always in reach, yet out of reach at the same time."
i look at him "what were you thinking then?"
"i was thinking of a light bulb with quotes surrounding it or something"
"how about a light bulb with some dainty flowers inside and a dark background. it can represent the fact that there is always some light in the dark and some good in bad situations"
he nods his head "i'll draw the light bulb and sketch the dark background, you draw the flowers inside"
"okay"
i watch his hand quickly sketch a perfect light bulb on the first try. his movements quick and steady. a couple minutes later, he hands me the picture of the light bulb with the background sketched black.
i draw a few dainty flowers and decide to color them a lavender color. i finish and show ethan.
he smiles as his eyes scan the picture and land on the flowers "lavender is my favorite color"
i smile "it's my favorite color too"
he stares into my eyes as i stare into his. they're beautifully colored with a mix of hazel and green. my eyes scan his face and land on his jaw line. it's definitely a ninety degree angle. he looks as if he has been sculpted by the gods. he is art.
"what do you mean?"
i blush "how much did i say out loud?"
he laughs "you said 'he is art'. are you talking about me?"
i nod and blush "you are art"
he blushes and smiles a crooked smile "no i'm not"
"yes you are. art is something that makes you breathe with a different kind of happiness"
"in that case, you are art as well" he says and leans closer. my breathing gets faster
