𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

painting flowers for you

ship - jfgogh (jfk and van gogh)

fandom - clone high!

warnings - (?)

“and i'm an idiot with the painted face in the corner, taking up space but when he walks in i am loved i am loved”

jfk suddenly realised he's getting big feelings for van

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it was the next day after jfk had gone over to van goghs to do their project. but today was slow and kinda uneventful. van just wanted to get to art class turn his and jacks project in then go home.

it was finally the end of the day he finally was able to get go to art. he was pulling things out of his locker so he wouldn't have to come back after class. he grabbed his and jfk's painting looking at it smiling.

he had felt someone's presence he turned around to see jfk standing behind him grinning like an idiot.

“hi vinnie!” he said

vinnie? no one's called him that before or when they did it was to make fun of him.. but this wasn't one of those times at least he thought.. jack seemed too sincere about it not joking at all.

he must have been out of it and was staring because jfk look concerned he looked like he was speaking.

“gogh? er, are you okay?”

he shook his head trying to gain attention again.

“y-yeah i'm alright sorry i must have zoned out”

jack made an 'o' shape with his mouth before speaking “that's uh alright, i was just er worried”

“oh”

he liked that someone that's not his foster parents worrying about him and seeming genuinely concerned about it he liked it a lot especially it being jack who was doing the worrying.

“are you er ready to go to class”

van nods, closing his locker then making his way to the art room, jfk following behind him.

they sat beside each other that day, that class was pretty uneventful too besides their project getting and a and something van didn't expect to happen in a million years.

“so er vinnie?” jfk asked him smiling lightly.

“hm?” van replied with looking up at jack

“do you uh wanna go somewhere after school?”

“what?” he was looking at him now confused did jack really ask that or was it in his head?

“do you er wanna go somewhere after er uh school?”

van slowly nods his head he couldn't seem to find words he didn't think this was real it couldn't have been, he must have fallen asleep at some point during class, but no this was real and happening.

“y-yeah” van stuttered “w-where were you thinking?”

jfk shrugs “one of our places, or the er greasy knoll”