𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

sunflowers

ship - vinfk (vincent van gogh & jfk)

fandom - clone high

warnings - none i think

"i'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs i'm getting busy with a bad perfume i'm sticking kisses to a pen drug i'm making friction with a sad vacuum”

jfk and van gogh do a art project together

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van gogh has never talked to jfk he wouldn't dare try to, the jock would probably just laugh and make fun of him for trying, but that doesn't stop van for feeling the way he does about the dumb jock.

until they were assigned to be partners together for an art project. he didn't know how to feel about this he usually worked alone cause no one wanted to work with him, he guesses until today.

he had no idea why jfk would ever want to work with him it was probably to get a good grade because he knew he was the clone of van gogh but if he was being honest his art wasn't half as good as his clone fathers was.

they would be meeting after school at either one of their houses whichever jack wanted to go to, it was up to him he'd say.

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jfk had to walk up to the smaller boys locker after classes, he was leaning against the locker watching van packing his thinks up so he could leave.

van closed his locker turned ready to leave but jumped at jfk leaning against a locker staring at him.

"oh, ja-jfk" he corrects himself "i didn't know you were there you scared me"

"oh, i er uh am sorry about that- i just thought i'd uh wait on you here"

van waves his hand dismissively "it's okay, let's just go yeah?"

"yeah okay," he replies "my uh house or yours?"

van shrugs "it's whichever, wherever you want to go to"

"yours?"

van wasn't expecting him to say that for him want to go to van's place but he nods his head "yeah okay"

"cool"

jfk smiles down at van, and he can feel his face heat up and the butterflies in his stomach making him frown, he was so dumb for feeling this way, he knew the other would never feel for him the way he does for the other.

as soon as they got to van's house, van immediately went to his room with jack falling suit.

jack look around the room at the paintings scattered across it his eyes full of amazement.

"wow"

van looked at him confused, "hm?"

"you're uh art, it's er really good"

"i am the clone of vincent van gogh, it's what i do it's not as good as he was but it's whatever"

"nah, it's er really good, it uh may be as good or even better than you're original"