The sketch outline was rough, as was the silence between the two boys. Sam didn't know how to start a conversation, in front of him was the infamous mute Colby Brock.
"When did I become your inspiration? I don't get it." Colby muttered making Sam slightly jump. He never thought he would get a chance to hear the alleged mute speak more than once. Once again settling into the silence Sam shrugged his shoulders,
"I've heard about you but I have never seen you before today. I had an artistic block. I saw you in the hallway and your eyes. Well, they are a gorgeous shade, and I've grown curious. I want to paint you, and well get to know you too. For starters where did those bruises come from?" Sam rambled as he started forming the shape of the outline he had.
"I've got to go," Colby whispered as he got up from his seat and ran. Sam sat in stunned silence, was it something he said?
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
