My Kind of Perfect // raryn [COMPLETED]

3 - a picture of happiness

Aryn's POV

A whole month has past since I met Ryan and began at my new school. A whole month and I'm the happiest I have ever been. My mom has noticed, everyone else has too, but one oblivious person hasn't yet.

That person is Ryan.

I sat across from him in the library, silence floating around as he poured his lips, as he was sketching out some characters from the anime Fairy Tail. I smiled, looking at how his eyebrows furrowed together as he couldn't get the exact place the hair should fall, or when the eyes were not correct.

I noticed how his eyes brighten up when he finished the drawing and determined to create another one. He bit his lip, trying to think of another idea for the drawing.

I hid behind my book, just admiring how beautiful and perfect this idiotic human being is.

His brown fluffy hair falling on his forehead covering his left eye, as he tilted his head to get a better angle for sketching.

A huge smile remained on my lips as I stared at him. It's funny how he is so oblivious to how he has changed my entire life in one month. Not only has he became my best friend, but he is the reason why I still come to school and the reason I get up, just to see his smile and to hear his angelic laugh.

"Aryn, do I have something on my face because you've been staring at me for like the past two hours?" Ryan's voice snapped me from my thoughts. I looked at him to see my book had fallen and he could see me looking at him like an idiot.

"Eh, no. I was just thinking of something stupid," I told Ryan as all the blood rushed to my cheeks.

"Sure," Ryan smirked, putting the finishing touches on his drawing before holding it up for me to see. To my surprise, it was an anime version of me. Obviously, the stupid drawing was blushing too.

"Wow Ryan, that's incredible," I muttered looking at the drawing. Ryan ripped it from his sketch pad, signing it and passing it to me.

"You can sell this when I'm big and famous," Ryan's lips curled up into a smile as my cheeks turned red again.

"I'll smell you later," Ryan waved as he left the library. My head instantly came in contact with the table, with a rather loud bang.

"Ouch," I muttered, not taking my head from the table. Ms. Autumn patted my shoulder, sitting in front of me, as I remained with my head on the table.

"Does Ryan still not know?" She asked, I couldn't see her but I knew she was smirking widely. I shook my head, still not looking at her.

"If he finds out, it will ruin our friendship, so I don't wanna risk it." I told her and she hummed in agreement.

"But sooner or later you will have to tell him Aryn," she told me, as she stood up.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered as the bell rang. I knew I had to get up and go to class, so I said my goodbyes to Ms. Autumn before I made my way towards my English class room full of obnoxious teenagers.

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Ryan's POV

My pencil laid in between my index finger and thumb as the teacher told us that we have a huge assessment that had to be done.

"This project or assessment is about happiness," he told us. "Now happiness can be a place, an object or a person, or it can be a random thought from your head, you just have to draw what makes you the happiest you can be, but the key is to not think about it. Just put your pencil in your hand, then your brain and hand will do the work," he clapped his hands as a way to tell us to begin.

Art was my last class of the day and is two hours long, so I was hoping to complete the assessment in that period of time. I wrote the word 'HAPPINESS' in all caps on top of the page before I blanked out the thoughts in my head and allowed my brain and hand do the work.

Surprisingly, with an empty head and no idea what I was doing, my hand instantly began to draw lines and shapes.

After half an hour, I figured out it was a figure of some sort, I didn't know what or who it was, but it was taking shape. Well that's what the teacher told me.

An hour later, and I still had no idea what I was drawing or what I was thinking. My brain completely shut out all the sounds of pencils coming in contact with the page or the sounds of people. It was just silent, but I seemed to know what the hell I was doing because the picture was not a blob of some sort.

An hour and a half later, I finished the hair. That's when I knew it was a person. I didn't know who or what person it was but my hand and brain did and I continued working.

After two hours, I stared at the page blankly and confused. The teacher was walking around looking at our creations. He stopped looking down at my page. He was in shock.

"Ryan, that is incredible," he told me, as his finger traced the lines of the figure. He took the picture from my table, then going to the top of the class room.

"While everyone in the class thought about this project too long, Ryan got straight to work, not thinking, then he came out with this," the teacher showed the class my picture. Everyone looked at it as if it wasn't real. I blushed looking at the picture I had drawn.

I didn't know who I was drawing until I had fifteen minutes left. That's when all the pieces feel into place.

"How did you think of this?" One of the girls asked me, everyone remained silent to hear my answer.

"The thing is, I didn't think at all." I told them. It's true, my mind was a complete blank but my hand was drawing. I stared up at the realistic picture. The picture of my happiness.

Aryn.