Alexander Hamilton is an aspiring artist with a spunky style. When he arrives at art school he faces all the weird stereotypes. But he seems to run into someone who doesn't fit into the weirdo clique. What will happen when styles collide and hearts...
Well, here it is. First day of art school. I've always heard the stereotype of art school being full of weirdos, but hell is this place swarming with them.I saw a girl earlier with her head shaved entirely aside from a single green ponytail at the top of her head. Another guy had a shaved head dyed to legit look like a tennis ball.I place my folder behind a chair and sit in front of an easel. I take a second to observe my classmates. (And search for potential love interests.)Tennis ball dude, creepy mustache, fish hat ... JACKPOT!
Across the room from me is the biggest piece of eye candy I've ever seen. A tall, built man with chocolate skin and silky black hair that falls in front of his face in ringlets.
I look him up and down for a catch. A pet spider, a fanny pack. Or god forbid, crocs.But nothing. Not a single thing about him seems out of place.Target crush spotted.Now I just need to avoid anything awkward happe- annnd he caught me staring. I eternally cringe at my awkwardness and wait for him to scowl or run or simply look away. But to my surprise he smirks at me.He scans me over an shoots me a wink.H-O-L-Y S-H-I-THot guy just winked at me.I avert my eyes and look up to the teacher as she starts speaking. "Welcome to art class 261." She says in an overly happy and flamboyant tone. "As today is your first day Id like a self insert piece. Do it your style so I can get a better understanding of you as an artist."Hell yasI hate it when people tell me what to do with my style. This should be fun.As people start rushing to grab acrylics and pallets I catch hot guy staring at me. I clench my brush between my teeth and pull pack my hair. Returning hi wink from earlier as I do so. Before I can see his reaction. Or even give him the chance to react I start searching for my paint colors.I pick up each color of the rainbow, black, white. And just for good measure. Phthalo blue .(BOB ROSS FLASHBACKS)I like to work as a more freelance artist. No guidelines for me. I begin by taking a selfie and standing my phone up on the easel. I run my brush through the hot pink color and blend it with water to create a thinner paint.My style is a little more pop-art / abstract esk and by the reactions from the teacher she definitely prefers traditional.So as weird as it sounds. I start flicking paint onto my canvas. Once I repeated the steps with other colors and was satisfied with the look I begin to paint myself. (Dang this is starting to sound like a diy tutorial.) I take little strokes and begin to form my jawline. I go piece by piece and paint in each section of my face. Making sure none touch and that every highlight is left blank. like thisss vvvvvvv
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(Y'all know I snuck in the beetles)
"Alright class I think its time we pack up!" The teacher chirps.
She seems like a really happy person. I don't trust really happy people
I stark to pack away my paints and wash off my brushes. Honestly FUCK people who don't clean their brushes. They can go die in a hole.I wipe down my easel and begin to take down my canvas when I see him. Hot guy is headed toward me, a smirk plastered on his perfect face.Jeez is there anything wrong with this guy??He steps in front of me and raises an eyebrow, smirk still present. He opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it and scowls when he catches sight of my painting.
"Ew! Abstract...pop art! what even is that style?!"
Aaaaaannndddd there's the catch.
A/N
Hey peepers,WELCOME TO A BRUSH WITH LOVE! (Credit to phoebe for the terribly amazing pun name.)This is an art au as you can tell sooooo ye. My laptop is over heating and I need to go, bai.IZZY OUT!!
