Description: Angel Anderson is your average quiet 17-year-old boy in high school. For the most part. He dresses in jeans and t-shirts with the occasional hoodie. They do live in Wisconsin. He also acts normal. He isn't very outgoing, he isn't the school shooter type, and he also isn't the druggy type. He is a very exceptional artist though. Most of the time he sits in class doing nothing but drawing. He participates sometimes, talks to people if he feels like it or if he needs to, and he isn't super smart or stupid. He is out as gay though. Which makes a specific closeted gay boy somewhat jealous. Kian Davis is the same way. Sort of. Not popular, not weird, not a genius, not an idiot, and in no way does he stand out any more than an average 17-year-old boy. He is also gay, but he is not out. He wishes he was like Angel though. (Around 2850 words)
Angel's Pov
Another day, another whole hour to stare at the back of this beautiful boy's head and sketch him. It's a good thing that I can easily pass science. Hell, I could skip school for a month and come back and still be passing this class. This is the only class I allow myself to completely tune everything out. And Mr. Nelson knows I pass easily so he never calls me out for not paying attention in class. So that's good. I spend so much time staring at Kian... if I was at home I could draw a detailed sketch of him in ten minutes. Only his back and the back of his head though. I wish I could memorize in detail his facial features but it'd be weird for me to stare at his face whenever I got the chance... so I stick to being as discrete as I can. Even though everyone knows I'm gay, even Kian probably. But if he knew I like him... I have no idea what I'd do. I mean, he's straight... so that would be bad.
And there goes the bell signaling my extra drawing class-- I mean science. Haha. I looked up from my desk where I was staring off into the distance thinking about Kian... yes I know... I'm obsessed... oh well. When I looked up, I saw the familiar mop of bleach blonde hair sitting in its usual spot, in its usual position.
The thing I've noticed about Kian over the course of this whole semester is he does the same thing every day. He walks in and plops down in his seat. Wearing dark jeans, random masculine-colored long sleeve shirts, and his red sneakers. His hair is always a perfect mess swept back by his hands every five or so minutes. He always has a cute smile on his face when he first walks in. It's only on the corners of his lips which makes it even more adorable. And when he sits, he slouches back at first, always spreads his knees out in like a "man spread". During the second half of class (usually notes time), he sits up straight and messes with his hair more. Almost like it's his fidget. And then every day when the bell rings he jumps a little and takes his time to put his things away. He never seems to be in a rush to get anywhere. He's also super tall so whenever he passes by me I find myself glancing up and then blushing. Once or twice he saw me and smiled a little, but that's all that happens. I want to talk to him, but there aren't any chances to. Plus I'd start being super awkward and shy and clumsy. That always happens when I talk to someone I like, it sucks.
"Okay class, today is one of the more boring days. Yeah yeah, I know. Every day is boring. Today we're going to be taking notes, mostly for the whole hour, on chemical bonds..."
This is where I tune out. I usually spend this time by deciding how I should draw Kian while the teacher blabs on. My style varies from sketchy, professional, big, small, detailed, abstract, etcetra. Today I'll make it more abstract and sketchy. It is Monday, after all. Gotta get warmed up.
As everyone grabbed their notebooks to take notes, I grabbed my sketchbook. And I began. I always start with his shoulders because it's easier to do them when I can see them relaxed in front of me. His shoulders are broad, and squared off. When he's relaxed and he's leaning against the back of his chair, they become more broad-looking. This is when you can actually see how big his arms are. He clearly works out, and you can probably guess how much I've tried to envision what he looks like without a shirt... and I may or may not have tried to sketch it before. But back to my work. I usually work on the ruffles in his shirt to make them exact but since I'm going for abstract I just drew a couple of lines. I made them look more like folds but I didn't try too hard. Then I went to his neck. When turns his head I can see his adam's apple (he has an amazing silky and deep voice) but I draw him looking forward. The neck is easy to draw, it's the hair that's tricky. I always need to get it perfect, even if I am doing it abstract. I need to capture it correctly and not just do random lines in swirls. The hair near his neck is on the shorter side but not shaved, and it gets longer until you get to the top of his head. That's where long wavy hair comes out of his head and flows back seamlessly. I can see his ears a little, but the back of his head mainly consists of long, almost snow white, wavy hair. His hair contrasts so nicely with his skin. He's fairly tan, for living in a very cold state, so the bleach blonde hair pops out more and makes his skin look darker.
As I was finishing up some last waves of his hair, the bell rang for the end of class. I took a couple more glances at him as he put his things away and then he left. And I was kind of disappointed. But oh well, I have the rest of the semester.
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Kian's Pov
The bell rang as I walked into the doorway of my science class.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Kian?"
I glanced over at Mr. Nelson apologetically as I walked back to my seat, "Sorry sir. I got let out of my gym class a little late."
"It's okay have a seat."
I smiled a little and turned around to head to my seat in the second to last row of the room. I glanced at the boy that sits behind me and saw he was looking at me. His cheeks flushed pink and he looked at his desk. He looked really cute. He glanced back up and I was still looking at him so I smiled a little and sat down. I've noticed him looking at me lots times, each time he saw I noticed, his face went red.
I know who he is, his name is Angel. I always found his name amazing. Anyways, he's out as gay, which makes me so jealous. I'm also gay, but I can't come out because I have a kind of big fear of people's attention on me all at once. Plus I'm scared about how my family would react. But, anyway, he's actually really cute. He has bright blue eyes like mine but his are so much brighter. It suits him. He also has dark brown hair with little flecks of almost gold, and it's super curly and goes over his forehead. When he smiles wide he has these big adorable dimples on his cheeks and his eyes seem to be brighter. If I had enough courage, I'd try to talk to him. But I'm a mess when it comes to talking to cute guys. I think I've had a crush on him for a while... but I've never done anything about it.
"Today, class, we will be having a work day. I gave you all packets last week, more than half of those packets should completed now. I know how teenagers are though, so take this time to work together and fill it out as much as you can and we'll go from there. If you manage to finish before the hour is over, then you may free talk. But if you are talking about something other than science I will check to make sure they are complete. Now off you go."
Ha, oops. I haven't even put my name on that packet, let alone get half of it done. I better work. Whenever there is partner work I usually stay alone unless someone comes up to me. If you can't tell, I stay to myself for the most part. I'm not like shy or an introvert necessarily, but... yeah I'm an introvert. Plus none of my friends are in this class with me.
Thirty minutes have passed and I'm so bored. I have half of the packet done now, the only stuff we've talked about. And now I have nothing to do.
I leaned back in my chair to stretch and let my head fall back. Almost like I died from boredom. But then I saw something interesting. Angel. He had a sketchbook out and he looked to be really into what he was drawing. I almost wanna sit up and ask but I don't know. I did end up sitting up, but I never turned around. Instead, I decided to put my things away in my bag ahead of time so I don't have to worry about being late for my next class. That took me one whole minute and once again I had nothing to do.
Eventually, I stared off into space and found myself jumping at the bell ringing. Big shocker.
For once, I got up right after that and I was able to sling my bag on my shoulder and walk out. Except I didn't walk out, not right away at least. I turned around in my hurry to get out of the classroom, but I saw what Angel was drawing. It was a very detailed and dedicated drawing of a person. Of... me. Well, my back and the back of my head. But he got my hair perfect and my hoodie perfect. Almost like actually seeing a picture on a phone.
I froze for a second but then immediately went to leave the room, scared he noticed that I saw his amazing artwork. I almost had a panic attack... I don't even know why. To draw something that detailed, you have to really look at what you're drawing. Not that I'd know. I have as much artistic talent as a worm. It's weird though. Usually, I'd feel so overwhelmed that someone noticed me that much. But... I don't. Like with Angel, it's different. I have no idea why... if it's because I like him or I know he isn't judging me. I don't know.
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I have to talk to him about it. I have to stop being such a wimp.
Right now it's the last period of the day and I have not been able to stop thinking about Angel. I probably failed my math and English quizzes, but I don't care. I need to find him after the bell rings and talk to him. I have to.
Okay. Shit, the bell rang. I gotta run if I want to somehow find him in this mass of people trying to leave school.
Angel's POV
For two freaking hours, I have not been able to stop thinking about one thing. Kian. Usually, I can keep the thoughts minimal besides in science so I don't get obsessed... but today is different. He saw my drawing.
I glanced up behind my bangs right after the bell rang and I saw him looking but then run off. I'm such an idiot! Any chance I had was so blown!
Right now I'm walking so slowly to the main doors of the school because the bell rang a good... five minutes ago. I can't think straight right now. I missed the bus but I don't care. A walk home would not be a bad thing for me right now. It could help clear my head... or give me more time to calm down at least. (Yes I still take the bus, I don't have a car and my parents use theirs during the day)
As I was walking a snail's pace, I knew I was close to the main doors, someone grabbed my elbow lightly. I got pulled out of my thoughts immediately and I looked behind me. I almost fainted when I saw who it was.
"Hey, Angel. Um, could I talk to you for a minute?"
None other than the beautiful blonde himself, making my mind a storm.
"U-uh... y-yeah."
Seriously, Angel? Could you sound any more lame?
He smiled and walked me into an empty classroom near wherever we were. I looked around a little... and of course. It was none other than Mr. Nelson's science classroom. Great.
We walked in and he closed the door. Which made me kind of nervous, but not that nervous. He wouldn't... hit me if he did see my drawing and know it was of him.
I could feel my legs shaking. I wanted to seem cool so I sat on a desk in the front of the classroom, facing where Kian was leaning against the front wall. There was an emotion on his face but I couldn't tell what it was.
So, trying to be confident, I said, "So what's up?"
He looked up from where he was staring at his shoes and he locked eyes with me. And oh damn. His eyes are even more beautiful when he isn't just glancing at me.
"So I don't really know what I wanted to say but... I saw your drawing earlier."
I willed it not to, I really did... but my face went red.
And all I could muster out was an, "Oh."
I'm so smooth, aren't I?
I took a breath and spoke again, though, "I-I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I... didn't mean for that to happen."
He gave me a confused look, "What do you mean?"
"I... I guess I never expected you to see. I didn't mean for that to happen, but also to not make you uncomfortable..."
Silence.
"T-that is why you wanted to talk to me, right? A-and... I don't know... please say something?"
Of course. To make me even more confused and flustered. He smiled. And not just a small smile like the ones he gives me occasionally when he catches me looking at him, a full-on smile.
He pushed himself off of the wall and took a few steps forward, so he was now only two steps in front of me. Making him look very tall. I was almost glad I was sitting, so he seemed a lot taller than me than he already is.
"You don't need to be sorry, Angel," he paused. And I swear. If he says my name one more time I'm gonna pass out. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."
This time I gave him a confused look, with my still ever-so-red face.
"I... that drawing was amazing. It was like a photo. D-do you... do you really notice me that much?"
Is... wait... is he gay? Does... does he like me? What?
"U-umm... I... yes?"
If it was possible, my face went even more red and I looked down at my lap where my hands were fidgeting. I saw him take two steps closer so he was standing between my legs, and he put his fingers under my chin to lift my head. He was a couple centimeters away from my face and I could feel his breath against my lips. It felt so surreal.
"Stop me whenever you want... okay?"
I nodded and he used his grip on my chin and pulled me closer, sealing the gap. His lips were so freaking soft. I was in heaven. All too soon though, he pulled away and we stared into each other's eyes. Both of us were blushing now.
"Will you go out with me, Angel?"
Am I dead? I swear this is heaven. I may be in school still. But the love of my life asked me out. What?
I smiled, a huge smile that surprised even myself, and nodded, "Of course."
He smiled back and I was gonna kiss him again. But then we heard a laugh by the door and our heads turned to face the person. It was none other than Mr. Nelson.
"Well finally. Only after months of staring. I hope you kids are very happy together."
I smiled a little, "T-thanks, Mr. Nelson."
I looked up at Kian and he was still smiling at me. So I stood up and grabbed his hand and lead us out of the room.
He gave me a ride home and we continued to hold hands the whole way.
I am in heaven.