Ruel Imagines

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[UNEDITED]

"That looks...interesting." Ruel said, observing my painting.
"Shut up, yours doesn't look much better." I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, but I have the technique we're supposed to use. You just threw a bunch of blobs of paint on your canvas and smeared it."
"That's what he told us to do!"
"No, he said, and I quote, 'Strategically place the blobs onto your canvas and allow your paintbrush to make soft strokes'."
"That's what I did, Ruel."

He looked at my canvas and made a face.

"Mine looks better." he said, returning to his painting.
"Wow, I have such a supportive boyfriend."
"I know, you're so lucky."
I smiled, rolling my eyes and adding more color.

"When you're done, please carefully place your artwork on the ledge to dry."

Ruel stood up, and grabbed his painting.

"Are you done?"
"Yep." I smiled, staring at my painting.

He picked it up and said, "I'll put it over there for you."
"Awe, thanks."
He smiled, walking away.

"He's so mean to you." a girl behind me said.
I turned around, confused.

"He said your painting was bad. Are you sure you want to date him?"
"So? He was just teasing me. He loves me."
"Sure."
"Excuse me, who are you?"

Ruel sat back down next to me.

"Melody."
"Okay, Melody, why don't you mind your own business?" I said, irritated.

"Woah, babe, what's wrong?" Ruel asked, holding my hand.

I stared at her. "Nothing."
"Um, okay, then. Here, turn around." he said, lightly turning me in my seat.

"Denial." I heard her mutter.

I turned around, standing up in my seat.

"Why are you so invested in my relationship? Ruel is the nicest person I've ever met and he makes me so happy. He's not rude, he's far from rude. Why don't you find your own relationship instead of attacking my boyfriend?"
"Baby-"
I turned to him and said, "I love you with every ounce of my being.
He smiled, saying, "I love you too."

"What's the matter?" the teacher asked, approaching us.

I turned back around and saw her looking nervously down at her painting.

"Nothing." I said, sitting down
He looked at us with a confused expression, but walked back to his desk.

"You good?" Ruel asked.
"Mhm."

He held my hand and showed me wholesome memes on his phone.