Dear Diary...

Part 2

Dear Diary...

February 13th, 2017

I was assigned to do a project for art. A painting one. I'm not all that good at painting but it's a pairs project. I'm paired with Y/n. She's already halfway done with hers. She painted a sunset. The project itself is to paint an abstract style painting of something you truly care about. She's an amazing artist...

-That day-

"How's yours looking?" Y/n said looking over my shoulder. I had only the baselines of my painting done. "What is it you care about? It looks like it has a ton of color," she said sweetly. I couldn't tell her what it was. Call me cliche, but with Valentine's Day is literally tomorrow. I just can't let her see this. I got to give it a try. I'm painting her, her face. In the most abstract colors. "Y-you'll see," I stuttered making sure I didn't mess up one line. Making sure every color was where it should be. "When is this due again?" "Tomorrow, at the end of the class period," I answered not taking my eyes off the canvas. I only looked up to make sure I was getting every feature of her face right. There were pinks, yellows, (e/c) for her eyes. I made sure that her eyes stood out the most. "Woah, is that?" she said. I forgot she was watching over my shoulder for the past few minutes. "Huh?" I frantically tried to cover what I was working on. She put her hand on my wrist and shoved my arms away from the painting. "Peter this is insane," she chuckled. Her eyes were twinkling like the stars. "Who is it?" she asked. I felt my face grow warm. "*clears throat* Y-you'll see when it-it's done," I said turning to get back to work on it. I saw the look on her face...she seemed like she had an idea of who it is. (Like the painting above just with the reader's face)

-Back to the writing-

I really hope she didn't notice it's her. I took home the painting so I could touch it up a bit. It looks good to me...I hope she likes it. I actually finished it today. It's sitting at my bedside. May hasn't seen it yet. In fact, where is May? She's been out for quite a while now. As I'm writing this now it's 11:45 pm. What could she be doing so late at night? She doesn't have a date, does she? She would tell me. Or at least let me meet the guy. Hold on...I just heard a crash noise outside. Um... *Peter drops his pen and immediately puts on the suit, running outside*