A Brush With Love: Jamilton Au

'Hanging out'

"So...how do we...Hang out?"

"I don't really know."

I really don't. How on earth am supposed to get along with someone like him? I mean, last night wasn't too bad, kinda cute actually. He let down his facade a little. Let's review. 100% Disney nerd, likes rwby, prefers ice cream.

Not much info.

"How do you feel about trampoline parks?" I smirk and rinse my plate.

"Love them."

TIME SKIP (brought to you by my writer's block)

"IM GONNA FUCKING DO IT!" Thomas yells from the rock climbing wall. " K, IF YOU DIE I'M STEALING YOUR LIQUITEX!"

I swear to god he's gonna die.

Thomas is actually pretty cool, he's also still really hot, not gonna deny it, I have eyes, my friends.

"YOLO!" (I'm so sorry.)

Thomas jumps off of the wall and barely makes it to the foam pit, almost 20 feet away. I break into laughter and jump in after him.

TIME SKIP

"How the fuck did we get kicked out of a trampoline park? Like trampoline parks, are the home of reckless adult-children." I chuckle as we swing on the park swing set. "It was worth it." Thomas shrugs. " I just can't believe you prefer sorbet."

"I'm lactose intolerant, plus, I like the fruity flavour." "You can get fruit ice cream."

"Shut up." I shove him onto the grass and he falls, dropping what remains of his ice cream cone.

Thomas hunches over his dead ice cream and screams. "YOU MONSTER!"

I break down laughing and pointing like a school child.

We move to the shade of a tree, Thomas still pouting.

"Y'know Thomas. After today, You're not a bad guy." "Can't say the same about you, Murderer."

"How about we brainstorm this painting. How about cold dessert wars?" "Ew, no. We could paint the park."

" That's boring as hell. I say we go with desserts"

"We did other things today."

I sigh in defeat. As long as we're alive we will always disagree on art. No matter how well we get along in everyday life. "Let's just go home, maybe we can do some drafts." Thomas stands and offers a hand. I gladly accept and we walk home together, our hands brushing as we walk.

TIME SKIP (sorry)

"Do you really want my Liquitex?" Thomas calls from across the room. We made a mutual agreement to try and accommodate both of our styles into the painting. Abstract Realism. It's kind of like surrealism but doesn't quite fall into that category. So now we're both sketching and painting our own ideas before we make a decision. " Yeah, of course, I'm a broke art student surviving on minimum wage. You think I'm going to buy my own?"

The piece I'm working on is really coming together, a clearer picture comes to life with every brush stroke. A park, the park. It's black and white, a bland and uninspiring place. In the middle is a pair of figures, one short, neck hidden with chocolate brown hair. The other, tall, head adorned with black. Around them is an aura of sorts. They radiate colour and vibrancy.

How gay of us.

"Hey Thomas, come to look at this." The man stands up from his station and stretches while sauntering over to me. He drapes his arms over my shoulders and rests his chin on my hair. His lips curve into a smile and he tilts his head to the side. "Wow, I never thought I'd say this about a piece of abstract but...I. actually. Love it." 

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, It really embodies what we were going for. And I never knew you could do realism so well. now can we please sleeeeeep. It's like 12." Thomas pouts and moves his head to my shoulder.

"Sure," I smile.