Picture Perfect [Oneshot]

Picture Perfect

Arthit roamed around aimlessly with his camera. Not exactly aimlessly, he was looking for something or someone to catch his eye.

The school festival was just two weeks away. And this being his last year in school, Arthit wanted to so something remarkable....memorable for his photography club, hence the search.

He took a couple of pictures of cute girls, some boys, scenery, but none came out satisfactory.

He sighed and decided to take a break. Maybe today would be futile too. He sat in one of the benches around the campus and looked at the sky.

Then out of the corner of his eyes, he caught something. He turned around and saw a boy, sitting on the grass and drawing something vehemently on his sketchbook.

Perfect!!

Arthit took out his camera, and took few pictures of that boy and hurriedly went away to see the result in his laptop.

On the way, he wondered, who that person was.

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Next day Arthit was sitting in the cafeteria with his friends. It was lunch time, so the place was crowded and very noisy.

Arthit was joking around with his friends and happily sipping his pink milk.

Suddenly he got this urge to look to his right, and he did. He saw the same boy again. He was sitting with his friends, chatting, but at the same time, he was drawing something on a small note pad.

Arthit's finger began to itch. He so wanted to take his photo. But he had left his camera in the club. So, he did the next best thing. He took out his mobile phone.

Now, how to take a picture discreetly, without anyone knowing. He got up, went near the water cooler, and in the pretext of drinking it, somehow took a photo.

Damn!! He feels like a creep. But how can he stop himself from taking a picture of such a fine specimen. Tall, dusky, with a dashing smile.

He wondered, how his voice sounds like.
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It was the weekend, and armed with his camera, Arthit was roaming around in a park, which was very crowded. Family, couples, friends all were out there to enjoy the pleasant weather.

He took a couple of snaps of people. Laughing, chatting, playing or just relaxing. And according to Arthit, best pictures come out when they are taken unaware.

He smiled at a group of children eating ice cream. Which made him want to eat ice cream too.

So he bought himself one and sat down to enjoy it.

People sure are interesting, thought Arthit, while looking around. He looked at a big family group out there on a picnic.

It sure is fun when you have that many people. The more, the merrier.

But suddenly, he caught sight of a lone figure. A familiar person, sitting under a tree and sketching.

He smiled unconsciously, picked up the camera and took a snap.

Damn!! He is so photogenic, thought Arthit.

At dusk, while returning, Arthit wondered what his name was.

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Later that night, he was going through his photos in the laptop. And he noticed, that he had taken a lot of pictures of a particular boy, and needless to say, he looked perfect in each one of them.

Looking at one particular photo which he took on the first day, Arthit  observed him carefully.

He was so focussed on whatever he was drawing, that it looked like he was in his own little world, unaware of the world around him.

Arthit chuckled, artists are said to be a little crazy.

While going to sleep, he wondered, what kind of person he was.

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Next week went by in the same manner. Arthit would spot him around the school, and take his photo each time.

And he made some progress regarding his curiosity about the said person. He was a freshman, in the art club, and his name was Kongpob.

Kongpob, such a handsome fellow. And apparently, he was very famous around the school.

How come, I never knew about it, Arthit wondered.

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It was the day of school festival. Arthit was nervous, no very nervous. He had taken a gamble which could end very badly for him.

He wiped his hands again on his pants, when he was done arranging his photos.

His corner of the room adorned pictures of only a single person and his collection was named- picture perfect.

He nervously glanced around as people started getting in the classroom.

Suddenly he got curious about his sketches. Arthit often wondered how good he was, since he was always sketching.

He decided, leaving his stall for a few minutes wouldn't be a bother.

So, he gingerly made his way to the art club. As soon as he entered, he saw that many sketches were on display.

Looking at them one by one, he began searching for Kongpob's sketches. He found them.

But he was not ready for what he saw. He got the biggest surprise of his life. Because in all of Kongpob's sketches, his own face was staring back at him.

The first sketch, he thought, must be from the day, when he first saw Kongpob, because he remember sitting on the bench and staring at the sky, just like this particular sketch.

The second one was from the day in the cafeteria, when he was drinking his pink milk.

And the third one was him eating ice-cream and smiling at children.

And all other sketches were of him on different days, when he himself was busy taking photos of Kongpob.

For some reason, Arthit felt elated and excited.

He noticed, even Kongpob's collection was named- picture perfect.

Sporting a smile so wide and with a light bounce in his step, he returned to his own stall.

"Oh P'Arthit, who is this handsome guy in all of your pictures?", Asked a girl.

Arthit smiled and replied," not telling".

"No worries, we'll ask the model himself".

"Sure, sure"

"Nong, what's your name?", Asked the girl.

" P, my name is Kongpob"

Arthit's head snapped in that direction and his eyes almost popped out. Kongpob was leaning against his own pictures.

"We finally meet, P'Arthit", said Kongpob and smiled charmingly.

Arthit blushed and his heart started hammering inside his chest.

"Looks like I was not the only one looking", continued Kongpob.

Arthit just kept silent.

Kongpob came a little closer and said," How about this P. I'll let you take a lot of my photos, and you let me draw a lot of your sketches, but this time, with each other's knowledge."

"And later, you take a lot of our pictures together and I'll draw a lot of our sketches together."

Arthit couldn't believe what he was listening. He never realised, that deep in his heart, he had wanted that. So he was very happy right now. So happy, that words failed to come out of his mouth.

So he just looked down, and nodded his head in conformity, but he didn't missed the twinkling eyes and dashing smile of Kongpob.