Living Art

Artman got home after another rough day. His most recent boyfriend had broken up with him. He didn't even try to talk to greeze about it, he just gave him that all-too-familiar look and kept walking to his room. He locked himself in, with the lights off as he took out his phone.

He decided to text his crush.

But, of course, she didn't know how he felt. She was one of his very closest friends, and always knew what to say.

Artsy: Hey, Lyssa? What's wrong with me?

Lyss: Nothing at all. Why?

Artsy: I got dumped again.

Lyss: AGAIN!?!

Artsy: yeah, and this time it was for another guy.

Lyss: I'm so sorry to hear that. Do you need to come over and stay the night at my place to get your mind off of the stress?

Artsy: that would help.

Lyss: Be over in just a minute!

He put the phone away, smiling softly as he thought of all the happy times he's spent at her house. She could turn any moment, no matter how terrible, into a fun and memorable one.

She didn't live too far away, so he packed some pajamas and went outside to wait.

Then, she picked him up and drove to her house in silence.

He looked over at her, thinking that he was seeing a bruise on her forehead and cheek, but quickly ruling it out as just being a trick from the shadows.

When they got to her house, he realized that it wasn't a trick at all. She had bruises all over.

"WOAH !!! What happened to you!" Artman exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and looking over the injuries.

"This has been happening for years, Artsy. Why are you surprised?" She replied.

"Haven't your friends done anything to help you?" He quickly asked.

"No, I only have three friends, and you and Greeze are two of them. Jeremy is far too worried about me as it is, I couldn't ask him to get involved." She smiled at him.

"But I'm used to it anyway. I kinda deserve it for being so pathetic. I have absolutely no redeeming qualities for all the things I've messed up." That's what she wanted to say, but decided to not worry her friend with it. She always hated pushing her problems off on people.

"So, lost another one?" She changed the subject.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Can't say I can make you feel any better about it, but I can get your mind off of it and help you relax a bit." She gave a sweet smile, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders as she motioned for him to sit down on the couch.

"I'm not even upset that I lost them this time. I guess it scares me just how much I stopped caring. How much I can no longer take a relationship seriously. How much I never did. I've only ever really liked one person. And I've been in love with them for as long as I can remember." He looked down at his lap.

"Who might that be? I'm one of your best friends and I've never heard a word about this special someone." She smiled mischievously.

His face heated up, deciding that he'd just avoid saying the name. She was always pretty oblivious.

" Well, She's got soft fluffy hair and vivid blue eyes with amazing amounts of depth. Oh, how I love those eyes." He smiled, sighing happily. "Not to mention that she has a very nice figure, and looks good in any color. She's so beautiful that she doesn't even need to trouble herself with makeup. Her pale skin is soft and warm, and I always just wish to hold her." He looked at her face, hoping that she would have caught on by now.

She looked excited.

"I had no idea that you liked Lacy, I mean she is-" He facepalmed as he covered her mouth.

"I love YOU. Must I really be that blunt with you for you to catch on." He sighed, uncovering her mouth and awaiting rejection, awaiting judgment.

But instead he felt her soft lips pressed gently against his own.

He blushed madly, but kissed back anyway. And there with her he was finally happy.

"I love you, too, Artsy." She pulled back to speak, giving a smile as they kissed yet again, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment with words.

And he knew, somewhere in his heart, she would never leave him.