Various!Reader x Camp Camp

Max x Artist!Reader Part One

(After I finish the list I planned out I'm writing out part two. So just look out for that.)

A leaned back on my chair, carefully balancing myself so I wouldn't fall back. I looked at the teacher who was in the front of the class, guiding us on how to release all of the creativity in our bodies. I had a paintbrush in my hand and an array of paints laid in front of me. It was around the middle of the year, and this class would probably have to be my favorite class of the day. It just gave me a chance to let go. A chance to be free, creatively. 

Suddenly the door in front of the room opens. The silence that once soothed me, broken. I looked to who ruined it, and I saw a boy, he looked like he was around my age. A teacher stood behind him, and whispered into my art teacher's ear. The boy looked irritated, hunching over, and hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. 

He turns his head, and catches my eye, causing me to quickly sink back behind my canvas, to decrease any suspicion. Then, I hear the boys dragging footsteps inch closer towards me. I look up and see the boy passing by, and taking a sit by the empty canvas behind me. 

The art teacher who was talking non-stop about the assignment, breaks her speech to talk about the boy, "Alright class. That's Max, he'll be joining us just for today." She looked over the canvases to look at Max, "Max borrow a paintbrush from Y/N. I'm sure they'll gladly give you one." I look behind me, and see Max who was staring at the back of my head. I take one of my extra brushes to give it to Max. I could spare one. It's not like we were going to work in partners--

Then right at that moment, the words I dreaded came out of the teacher's mouth. 

"Y/N, since you're one of my best students. Why don't you work with Max today? It'll just be for today, don't worry." I try not to show my disdain, and scooted my stool over to Max, who was just lazily twirling the paintbrush in his hands. The tip of the brush, moving smoothly on the canvas. I take my own brush, and paint set, and place them to a table that was luckily beside us. I look at Max. The teacher seemed to be finished talking about what she was talking about before, and left us to our own devices. That meant paint what was in our minds and hearts at the moment. "Okay. I'm guessing we don't really need to introduce ourselves. Ms. Charter already said my name, it's Y/N, and I already know yours so, let's just get to painting." I get up from my stool to bring my canvas closer to where I was sitting with Max, and began to dip my paintbrush into the paint. 

"Um. What should I paint?" Max's voice was pleasanter than what he looked like. It was a total shock to hear him. I tuned around and looked at him, who was now twirling his paintbrush in confusion. Right. He's pretty new to this... 

In an instant, I take my hand onto his, the one that was holding the paintbrush, and dipped it on some paint. He seemed eve more confused, "Okay. What?" I sigh, "Just draw whatever you're feeling." I take my hands off of his, and return to my own brush, I begin to paint. "Or whatever you find pretty." That was enough of an explanation, I thought. It was me time, I couldn't be bothered by something. 

Before I knew it, class was over. I looked at everyone's paintings and they were always so beautiful. I looked at mine... It could be better I thought. But, no use worrying over that matter right now. It was time to leave. I turned around to gather my bag, then I saw Max's painting. It was...

U n i q u e. 

Max who caught me staring, blushed. "It's bad. Just shut up." He said cleaning off his brush in a tiny pail of water. He handed me the brush after he was finished, and was in a rush to exit the classroom, when I called out to him, "It's not bad! I actually kind of like it!" With that, I saw a tiny smile on the once irritated boy's face. That's when I knew that wouldn't be the last I would see of him.