JFGogh (SFW) Series Finale

Part 4; A world of our own

Van Gogh nervously waited outside in the schools parking lot. He carefully swung his bag over his shoulder and clutched onto the leather strap.
It was breezy out, a fresh gust of wind ran through his hair. He was too anxious to fix it. Finally, he knocked up the courage to approach JFK, who was chatting with Ponce, his best friend, and a few others, including Julius Caesar.
JFK projected a confidence that others could only dream of having. He looked like he knew who he was and where he was going. Gogh frowned, what was he thinking? He was nothing like the jock. Why did he think he'd ever amount to be even a quarter of what JFK was? His face burned.
"Hey, err uh, over here, Gogh!" JFK's proud voice called over to him. He was startled, but shook it off and grinned as he slowly made his way towards the group.
"Hi..." Van replies quietly.
"Hey, Poncey, this is my pal Van Gogh! We're err, going to do some project at uh, my place." JFK explained to the slightly shorter guy who looked calm and easy to be around.
"Ah, sounds good, Jack. We'll see you tomorrow, bud. Have fun." Ponce's voice was just as you'd expect, soft and easy.
Van Gogh waves as Ponce and the others made their way to their own busses and cars.
"So err, you ready to get this over with?" JFK asked Gogh, he seemed pretty happy to be doing this. Of course he was. He's JFK, his life is nothing short of a movie. Well, at least there was hope that Van could potentially be the underdog hero in the film. So long as he stuck to a plan.
"Uh, yeah. Let's go." Vin grinned. They got inside the car and drove off together.
It was silent, but not at all awkward. It was the type of silence there was when you watched a sunset with a friend. The type of silence when you're watching a movie with someone. It was great.
Soon enough, their smooth drive was over. They had reached JFK's house. It was grand and what you'd expect from every popular athlete in those high school movies.
Inside was just as nice.
"Hey, err uh, foster dads! Me and my friend Van Gogh are gonna be err, working on our project upstairs!" JFK called to his living room.
A kind, feminine voice replied.
"Hehe, okay, baby! You let me know if I can get you two anything!"
JFK gestures to the stairs. Vin would go up carefully, worried he might fall or trip. He thought of every embarrassing event that could happen, and before he knew it, he was up. JFK led him to his room, it was pretty tidy considering JFK wasn't usually this caring with details.
Van looked around at all the trophies. He couldn't help but feel pathetic. He would never have any rewards like JFK did. He just hoped that maybe JFK could change him. Just maybe.
"So, uh, I have no idea what we're err, supposed to do. But I uh, have some crayons that I found in my closet..." JFK reached into his pocket and dug around, eventually pulling out three broken crayons and a bunch of lint and crumbs.
He set them down into his desk and smiled proudly.
"Oh, those are... Great. I brought some art supplies too, if you maybe wanted to see..." Gogh replied shyly. He couldn't help but love Kennedy's naiveness towards art. He reached for his bag and pulled out some thick sheets of paper, charcoal pencils and paint supplies. JFK stared at it all in awe.
"Those err uh, could work too." He said in amazement. Van Gogh and him sat at the desk and started to work. The project was to make a collage of things they liked and somehow tie it all into one piece.
At first, it was a little awkward. They barely knew each other. But the more they talked, the more they grew onto each other. JFK wasn't too good with art, but he was amusing to work with as he made dumb jokes and tried desperately to correctly name tools, though he got most wrong and used his own slang to refer to most of the stuff.
Hours passed, they laughed together and bonded thoroughly. Van Gogh felt like he could just be himself. He thought he was on top of the world. Nothing else mattered in this moment. Only them being here now, together.
Suddenly, Van Gogh had a realization. He didn't need to become another JFK, he needed to HAVE a JFK of his very own. It sounded weird like that, but that was the simplest way to put it.
JFK was happy. No, happy was an understatement. It was indescribable. He didn't have to worry about impressing Van Gogh. He didn't have to worry about saying something stupid. He just went on and on with Vin. It felt like they had known each other for so long. Like they were best friends. He wasn't really used to that feeling. Of course he had Ponce, but this was different. It was something entirely new. He couldn't help but wonder when they would meet next.
Every now and then, JFK's foster dad Wally checked in secretly. He peered in through the door to find the boys enjoying themselves. He'd have never seen JFK so joyful.
Finally, it was getting late. Their conversation came to an end. For a moment, JFK looked at Van Gogh and thought;
"Maybe this Gogh dude is err uh, who you needed. He is the uh, friend you're err, missing." He stood up and stretched.
"Well, it's err uh, getting late. I'll err, drive you home."
"Yeah... And our project is done now, too." Replied Van Gogh, feeling a little sad that they didn't need to work on it anymore.
"Hehe. Yeah. We should err uh, hang out more. How about you tag along to the diner with uh, me and Ponce tomorrow?" JFK asked hopefully. He enjoyed being with Vin, and he knew Ponce would too. Maybe they could all be good friends together.
Van Gogh was flustered, but his heart felt a happiness he'd have never experienced before.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there."
"Err uh, great! Can't wait."
And that was that. They were both so new to having a friend that was so different, but genuinely the person they needed. It was a weird concept, but it didn't matter as long as they were happy.

A.N;
Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was so busy. But I'm going to update it twice today! So another chapter will be out later tonight. Anyways, this was a really emotional chapter. I personally have only bonded with someone closely once, but we went our separate ways. And now I'm closing up on the one person who tries to care. This book is all I have, and all the support I'm getting motivates me to continue. I have so much I want to do with this, so don't worry about it ending soon. Here's a spoiler. It doesn't end at the dance. Anyways, thank you so much to everyone who reads my stories. I work so hard on them. I love you guys❤️