*Mariam's POV*
A sudden call came to my phone. I saw the number imprinted and I was shocked. I answered anxiously with a press... *Artison's POV*
I'd been doing some interesting art workshops at random schools and colleges and showing my amazing results to the kids there. They seemed to love it. I also gave them some good tips and motivation. Some of the kids even found art to be a place of creativity and expressions! It was awesome and I loved hearing their opinions about art! During one of the events, my phone started to unexpectedly ring. I took a quick, short glance, and it was Mariam! I wondered why she called. I answered the phone while excusing myself from the college students. She was screaming like a mental asylum through the phone. It was hard to know if it was a bad or good scream. She invited me to her house and shrilled sharply before hanging up. During that, the students were silently looking confused at me.
I'd made my way home and could've relax after a long day before Mariam dragged me into her house while screaming like god-knows-what. She was so energized. When I asked about what happened, she screamed joyously before responding with a hasty tone, "I GOT THE MUSEUM!!! O.M.G!O.M.G!" As I heard those words, I screamed proudly for her. I was pretty sure that the neighbours attempted to call the cops on us for being a loud nuisance...
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Bromantic Artist
Non-FictionA story about a group of friend and enemies. Love, heartbreaks, friendship and paint. Artison, the new hobo street boy in town fell in love with the girl next door, Mariam, an aspiring artist ready to open her own museum. Artison never realised his...
