Depths •||• scomiche

2.

i was on my way to the last class of the day with troye.

i hate art. i can't draw or paint anything. i'd love to learn, but i'm really not interested in that stuff.

we were the first ones. or so we thought...

in the back of the room was a table with a guy crouched over his drawing, moving his pencil across the paper.

he looked up when troye closed the door.

"wow." i whispered to him while putting my bag on the table on the other side of the room.

"he's so cute what the fuck." troye sat down and I got next to him.

"can he be not straight please."

"remember that guy from yesterday?" troye asked and turned to me.

"of course."

"i frickin know in what dorm he lives."

i raised my brows at him.
"bitch."

"i know."

"why are literally all of the boys on this campus so cute and straight."

"because they want us to suffer." troye sighed and laughed after.

i grunted and rested my chin on my hands, looking at the drawing boy while other people were walking into the room.

"go up to him." troye elbowed my side and grinned.

"no."

"oh my god oh my god oh my god-" troye said very fast.

"what?"

"look." he pointed to the same boy we saw yesterday.

"if you go up to him i'll go up to the other guy." i said, getting out my notebook and a pen.

"first i want to know their names." troye did the same and we both stopped talking as soon as out teacher started speaking.

"ehh, hi guys. i'm mr. taylor. i know that not everyone might be interested in art, but we'd really like to give everyone a shot." he said pretty nervous. he's probably new.

"and i'm gonna go trough this list and check if everyone's here." he got out a piece of paper and started reading.

me and troye were extremely concentrated on the two guys to see what their names are.

"mr. bixenman?" mr. taylor asked.

"here." the guy from yesterday answered

"oh my god that's him." troye shook my shoulder.
"his last name is bixenman, that's so fancy."

mr. taylor said a few more names until mine came.

"mr. grassi?"

"here."

troye tapped my shoulder and signed to put our heads under the table.

"he was totally looking at you." he said.

"who?"

"the drawing one."

"really?"

"mr. sivan?" we heard mr. taylor ask. troye got his head from under the table a little too quick and hit his head on the edge.

"here." he said while i tried to contain my laughter. i looked at bixenman and he was grinning at troye.

i focused back on the drawing boy and waited for his name to be called. it wasn't called. did i miss it when i was under the table with troye? damnit.

"who here as any kind of drawing experience?" mr. taylor asked. a few people, including drawing boy, put their hands up. troye and i didn't.

"i want you all to draw a rose real quick, so i can see what I'm dealing with." he handed out papers and pencils to everyone.

he stopped at drawing boy's table and looked at his drawing. they said something to eachother and the boy blushed.

i looked over at troye, who already started on his rose. it looked pretty good.

i started mine and it looked like a 5 year old drew it.

"wow, mitch, that's looking..." troye snorted and couldn't continue the sentence because he was laughing.

"i know it's bad." i laughed and put down my pencil. i wasn't gonna continue this.

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after about 10 minutes the time to draw was up and everyone had to put down their pencils.

"now i want you all to walk around and pick your favorite."

i got a pen and quickly wrote 'abstract art' under my rose.

me and troye walked around together. we especially looked at bixenman's and the other boy's drawing.

"wow." i said as soon as i saw the other boy's drawing.
"this is so good."

"stand behind the one that you chose and i'll randomly point at people to see why they chose this drawing in particular."

troye went to bixenman's drawing and i stayed where i was. there were a few more people at the drawing i was at. which is obvious because it's an amazing drawing.

"sivan, why did you pick this drawing?" mr. taylor asked troye.

"because... ehhm... it just really stood out and it's different from the rest."

"well, alright. hoying, why did you pick that drawing."

someone across the room started talking. it was the boy. he was at my drawing. at my drawing.

"i just really enjoy abstract art and this looks really interesting." his voice was raspy.

mr. taylor asked a few more people before we had to go back to out seats.

"his last name is hoying." i said to troye as soon as we sat down.

"what?"

"the drawing guy. his name is hoying."

"ooh..."

i nodded.
"and he said that my art was interesting."

"is that a good thing?" troye asked.

"i hope so."

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