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•Van Gogh•

I heard the final school bell ring and everyone walked out of the art room to get home. But I stayed to work on my current painting. There was no point in going home anyway, there i ... feel so alone. I mean I was alone here too but I felt less trapped.
The depressing thoughts filled my head again as my paintbrush kept working on the canvas. I got lost in thought a lot while painting, and gotten in trouble for it lots too.

I heard soft footsteps but decided to ignore them and keep painting until I felt hot breath on my ear?! I jumped and my head spun around. "JFK?!" JFK?! Why the hell was the most popular kid in school leaning over MY shoulder??
"Watcha er uh drawin short stack?" He said his breath still on my ear, I blushed. Shit. "I-it's a painting... of a-a sunflower" I replied shakily, my whole body tense. He rested the weight of his head on my shoulder.

"Well I er- I like it!" He stared at the painting as I stared at him. "YOU-YOU DO?" The jfk likes MY painting. "Yea little man! How come I er- never see ya around?"
"You do.. you just don't notice me, nobody does..." I looked down to the paintbrush in my hands. I always kinda wanted to get to know jfk but like everyone else he didn't even know I exist.

"Wait! You're uh that teen crisis hotline guy aren't cha?" Ugh of course he knew me from that. "Yeah... that's Me. " he's probably going to laugh at me, bully me. I figited with the paint brush anxiety washing over me. "Hey.." jfks hand wrapped around me and grabbed my hands with his own, holding them. I felt my face grow even hotter. I felt so safe with his arms around me, he was so warm.. "you're er uh the one who did that painting of that bald-y!"
I chuckled "oh yeah, that. " I didn't regret it even though I should. But Gandhi deserved it. "HAHAHA! That was awesome!!" He laughed and I smiled. "Y-you really think so?!" Our eyes met "YEAH! That was er uh halarious!" He gave me a big smile. His smile was so pretty,,,

Ok snap out of it gogh! "S-so why are you here?" He stood up and I missed his big arms around me. "Uhhh AgH! I was er supposed to uh meet Cleo! But I saw you in here and uh I don't know.. I was just curious." He ran a hand through his hair... and somehow it kept its shape? "O-oh"

"So what was your name again shorty?" He called me shorty but I didn't care "Van Gogh.." I gave him a small smile. I felt special that he cared enough to ask my name, doubt he'd remember it. "I'm er uh JFK!" He stuck out his hand for me to shake? I snorted "pff I know who you are jfk! You're the most popular kid in school!" I shook his big hand anyway. " oh yeah!" We laughed together.

"Aagh! Cleos gonna be pissed! I er gotta go! Maybe I'll uh see you around sunflower boy!" He waved then left the classroom in a hurry. I felt a smile grow on my face. I felt seen, I didn't feel so alone. Someone actually cared about me! I sighed and let my cheeks fall into my hands. Crap they were still hot. I returned to painting but my mind was filled with only one thing

I wanted to see his again

This was just a short lil thing that wasn't really going anywhere but I hope you guys like it anyway! I'll try to post more but inspiration is hard to get !!!