Bob Ross POV: 3 days later
The plane roared as is took air I couldn't even look out the window very inch of my body ached, I felt a feeling that I had never experienced before. As I doodled on a sketch book I realised I was drawing a familiar shape. My eyes glistened and my cheeks became moist and red, I was drawing Shrek. How could I feel so much emotion and not understand why, was it because I had never been with a man before. I had fantasies about touching another males manhood but never really had the chance. My son's friends often aroused me when they called me 'Mr Ross' but i would not dare act on my compulsions.
I couldn't stop thinking about him, he was like no one I had ever met before. Yes, he looked different but I found that weirdly attractive, the way his skin was a beautiful emerald green that covered the kindness he showed for others. All i wanted was to incorporate him in to all of my paintings, to change the naked model green and large with a dried mud on his bare chest adding only a little hairs in all the right places. There thought made me feel so sure that was in to men but I was not ready to tell the world, my mother my father, they would not be ready to her such news.
As I stared at my painting of Shrek naked I began to think of the last time I saw him before my plane taking of, I wanted to say goodbye. I was thinking of him every second so I tracked my old phone and drove there as fast as I could, he lived at the most amazing place, it was full of colours such as brown and green. The colours of Shrek. He lived in a large tree trunk in a swamp, I wanted nothing more then to take out a canvas and paint the landscape. I slowly walked up to the wooden door admiring the planted moss on each side of the swamp, he was such a green thumb, literally. My hand moved up to knock but I couldn't push myself too, Shrek deserves someone better then me, some one loyal, someone who was ready to love him back. A soft tickle run down my face and into my grey beard, I just couldn't do that to some one as pure as him. Like the coward I am, I left.
Now I'm on a plane to New York most likely never to see him again. What I had said to him wasn't all a lie, i really was going there for more art options, but I still had a choice to stay.
