Painting The Stars

Painting The Stars

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She wasn't looking for love. Just a model for a Art project. Artie was just trying to get her degree, so she could quit having her parents tell her she was nothing but a lazy slob. Yeah her clothes were always covered in paint or charcoal, and yeah her hair was always in a messy bun. But one thing was for sure the boy who showed up after she posted a Ad for a model for her latest assignment, is not like the other kids at school, all the others are annoying and judgy and just over all weird creeps. He just shines in ways no one can. And she was not ready for that at all. If you read this, THANKS it means a lot. leave your opinion. Rated Mature for language and suggestive comments.
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