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s • dali

     "take me,
i am the drug;
            take me,
     i am hallucinogenic."
  — salvador dali

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I think out of all the four seasons, fall is the loveliest. The cool air and the leaves changing is charming, but I notice that people do, too. They're usually more calm and comfortable in the November air. October is more of a festive atmosphere, but the way it changes from festive to comfortable is my favorite.

That comfort seemed to have hit me this morning, since I've been in such a good mood. I usually am one, especially in the early mornings, but I've been quite happy.

"Sage!" A heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned my head and saw Ben walking towards me. I smiled and waved, "Good morning."

"I wish it was," he sighed dramatically and rubbed his eyes, "I hate Mondays. Don't you?"

"No, not really."

"Really? That's a first." Ben laughed and yawned, "How can you not dread this day?"

I took a sip of my coffee and leaned against the brick wall. "Mon, in French, means 'my', so in addition, Monday means 'my day'. I don't know, it just makes today more promising, you know?" I explained. My mother used to tell me that every start of the week, and it really sounded nice, to me. Monday happened to be my favorite day of the week.

Ben smirked and scratched his head, "I never thought of them like that." He confessed. I laughed and got off the wall, "My mum would tell me that often." I confessed and he smiled, "Your mother must be very wise then."

Taking another sip of coffee, I started to walk again. "Where are you off to?" He asked and I turned around, "Fine arts. You?"

He cringed and answered, "Printing shift."

Printing shift was a code name for "I have an essay to type out".

I gritted my teeth and crossed my fingers, "Wishing you the best luck." Ben shook his head and crossed his fingers as well, "I'll need all I can get, mate." He teased, making me laugh. I waved once more and rushed to fine arts class.

I made it to class on time, and my eyes began to search for a certain gifted American individual with tattoos and black hair, I had questions. I chewed on the inside of my cheek before I found him sitting in the middle of the class and made my way to the seat next to him. "This seat taken?"

He didn't seem to hear me, since he had earbuds on. Wished I noticed that. I clicked my tongue and tapped on his shoulder, making him look at me in surprise.

"Good to run into you again, stranger."

He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, "Hello, Sage Valentine."

"Hello, yourself, Andy Biersack. Now, is this seat taken?"

Andy pulled the chair back and shook his head, "Nope. It's all yours."

I settled my book bag on the back of the chair and took a seat. "What are you listening to?" I asked him and he wrapped his earbuds up, "I was listening to Rolling Stones." I cocked and eyebrow and smirked, "You didn't come off to as someone who'd listen to Rolling Stones " My comment made him shrug and grin, "What can I say? I don't come off as a lot of things to people."

With that, I nodded and leaned into my chair, "I noticed that painting of yours in the main hallway. I guess it was most favored."

Andy took his journal out and opened to a blank page. "I don't know, to be honest. I know Mrs. Dagger loved it enough to consider it in the hall." I snorted and turned my chair to face him, "But that's enough to be considered as everyone's favorite. Anyways, at the art show, I asked you about the painting all and you explained to me the modesty of the painting. I found it beautiful, yes, but I have a theory."