Photogenic

I gazed at the painting on the side of the Seafood Hut, what I could see anyway. I watched him create every outline of the exotic fish with his Fitch Da Vinci brush, nearly getting lost in a trance before I remembered what I came here for. Exhaling my deep breath, I took a step forward. He was oblivious to me standing five feet behind him, despite my heavy, obnoxious breathing. Most likely the fact that he was incredibly focused.
His expression was already clear in my mind although his back was turned to me, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a line so tight that you could see his dimples.
“That’s a beautiful piece of work." God, that sounded so shaky—it’s horrible. Why am I so nervous? The worst he can do is say no, that’s all.

BEFORE YOU READ:
This is a romance between two boys. If that offends you in any way then please get your ass somewhere else to complain. There is bad language used in this story and anything Rated R will be in a different place which you'll have the link to when the time comes (; Also this is my first shot at a story. So don't hate on me or my story. Give me some advice on how to improve it! I can't get any better if you don't tell me why it's not appealing. (: Thanks!