I Want To Change The world

8

I walked into my art class I had this one with Hidan and that was significantly worse than having this class by myself.

Hidan is constantly asking me to do his work and I always say no but then he yells at me for getting a bad grade. I help him when we have tests and shit but if I just do his work for him he's not going to get the best experience.

Of course that being said I always come up with his art ideas. Which usually are good ideas the only thing is. He sucks at drawing and or visualizing what the art piece could be. What it will look like when it's done and shit. He's just not an artist but he took this class so we could have more together so I appreciate that.

I sat at my seat only this class I sit with Hidan at the small table. He pulled out his thumbnails and circled his favorite which is the one with the sycthe and necklace I drew of course the picture would never look the same his art style is different. Much more sloppy and he always uses the most absurd colors. Which for this art piece is good but others not so.

We had a pianting exsericse we bad to paint the rainbow and a color wheel, but like I said he uses weird colors he painted it all in the most dark colors. He added black to every color it looked like a rainbow from hell. I liked it very much.

"Deidara want to hang out after school?" Hidan asked me. I would fucking love to.

"I can't I'm grounded for punching fish hulk" I said and frowned.

Hidan chuckled a little and nodded his head "What if I come over?" He asked, I guess maybe that would work I wonder if my mom would turn him away?

"Should we ask Tobi to come over?" I asked. I defienlty think so it would make it harder for my mom to say no.

"Yeah we should, Hidan invite him over too" I said and pulled out my sketch book. This thing is filled with shitty art and good art. Mostly good art. The other art is just ideas and stuff that I don't like all that much maybe to others it would be good art. I know my little brother likes everything I make.

He is just a little ball of sunshine.

I wonder if I ever got famous if I would do drugs? I wonder if I have enough self control I like to think I do but I do wonder. I know in some cases I don't, I will eat when I feel like it and if I like something then I like it. I want to know everything about that thing I want to have that thing in my mind all the time. I wonder if that has anything to do self control or having an addictive personality. I don't think I want to try drugs but that can change. I change my mind a lot.

After the bell rang Hidan rushed out of the classroom promising he would tell Tobi to come over. I smiled as I worked on a new painting I think this one might be of my brother only i'm not going to work on it at home I don't want him to see it. Ever. If it's good then maybe I'll put it in a show. Maybe this will be the one. But I don't think it will be. But considering I have no time to work on it after school, this will be the painting to last a life time. Because I want to take my time.

I have plenty of time.

After a long lunch I made my way to the art room.

"Good Morning Mr. Senju!" I shouted as other students left the room. I got some dirty looks some smiles and a few people even said hi to me.

I like when I have other art classes with younger students because they always compliment me and I don't need it, but I do like it. I bet they think I'm cool, because I am.

I sat in my seat and pulled out my canvas I got my paints and started painting, I put my headphones in my ears and drowned out everything around me. Usually I never listen to music in art classes especially since I like Mr. Senju but this class is another story now.

It's slowly becoming my most dreadful class and I don't like that because I love art but they're ruining it for me.

I took my headphones out as the period ended and put my stuff away before the bell rang, I'm taking my time with this project.

"Deidara" I turned my head up towards Itachi who was standing over me as I sat down.

"What" I glared at him hoping to make him uncomfortable and understand that his presence is unwanted near me.

"Are you helping with sets today? I thought someone said you were" He said with little interest I could tell he wouldn't even look at me.

"No I'm not" I hissed and turned my head it's his friends fault too.

"Why?" He asked only this time lookin at me.

Why does he care?

"Fuck off" I said and got up I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder.

"What's your problem?" He angrily asked me.

"You and your shit friends. They made my school life a living hell since I can remember and I'm tired of it" I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm not like my friends" he said and gave me a small smile. My face turned red and I almost smiled back.

"I don't care. You still hang out with them, you must be like them at least in some way" I said and left the room.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Holy shit I was this close to stepping closer and closer to him and almost grabbing his hand and walking away into the wonderful field full of love.

There are two things I've always been sure of, my love for art and my crush on Itachi. Damn.

I knew I've always been a dumb fuck. Especially liking Itachi Uchiha. The best looking guy in the school. Wow and here I thought as soon as high school was over I could meet someone in college and live happily ever after. Maybe Itachi and I could be like that? Wow that sure would be something don't you think.