Fame Is Overrated

Fame is Overrated (chapter 8)

woohoo! new chapter up. thanks guys for sticking with me till chapter 8. well, whatever's left of you guys:) this has been a busy week. but first week of school was fun, at least i have my friends with me again. I'm not really feeling very well. i have a sniffling nose, a sore throat and aching limbs. *sniff sniff* and today in between tumblr-ing and doing my homework, i took more than five hours to write my mandarin essay. gosh. X) so, bear with me. VOTE, COMMENT, LIKE! i'll love you forever for it. <3 hey listen to the youtube video, it's a really cool mashup:)

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CHAPTER 8

            With his attention fully focused on the painting in front of him, Avery took the moment to indulge in a few seconds of unnoticed Cory-observation. His adorable shaggy dark brown hair, the colour of Hershey’s chocolate; his grey soulful eyes; and the way he had his tongue stuck out at the corner of his quirked up mouth in deep concentration, as his brush made graceful strokes across his canvas. Avery let out a deep sigh.

            Cory immediately turned his head around, swiveling on his wooden stool as well. As soon as he saw her sitting next to him, his surprised expression morphed into friendlier one. “Hey Riley! I didn’t see you there.” He smiled, setting down his palette and paintbrush on his knee.

            Avery smiled timidly. “Hey, go ahead and paint, I love watching you.” Wait? What did I just say? I love watching you? “Watching you paint,” she felt impelled to clarified, blushing slightly as she did so.

            Cory laughed and picked up his paint brush to continue with his work. Avery awkwardly turned around on her seat and looked up at the front of the room. She’d just been told by the art teacher, Mdm. Garcia that today’s assignment was to paint a bowl of tomatoes that was sitting on the teacher’s desk. She stared at the blank canvas in front of her, unsure of what to do next. Avery had stop painting entirely since she was seven – and back then it was only crayon-colouring her Disney Princess colouring books. And she’d never taken up art when she was home-tutored since seeing that it wasn’t a compulsory subject; she’d deemed it as unnecessary. Right now, as she moved her brush uncertainly over her canvas, she wished she’d taken it up.

            After 30 minutes of attempted painting, she angled her head towards her left, trying to spy on Cory’s progress inconspicuously. Avery gasped, almost tumbling off of her seat when she saw his painting. Delicate paintbrush-strokes had created the most realistic and vibrant looking painting of a bowl of tomatoes she’d ever seen.

            “Y-You’re really…good,” Avery managed to choke; then she mentally face-palmed herself for not coming up with a better word. “Unlike mine. Mine’s an epic fail of all proportions.”

            “Thanks,” Cory gave her a beaming grin that made her body tingle all over with delight. “I’m sure you’re over exaggerating, let me see yours.”

            Umm…I don’t think you want to do –” before she could complete her sentence or body-block Cory’s view of her painting, it was too late. Cory leaned over and grabbed it without warning. He studied it for a while silently, with an expression of amusement, -and Avery was sue - bordering on pain and pity.

            Cory looked up and made eye-contact with her. They remained like that for a while. She watched with arms folded across her chest impatiently as he struggled to find the right words to say. Finally, he blurted out, “Picasso would be proud.” He flashed her enthusiastic thumbs-up.