Post by Matthew Rowland on Feb 4, 2017 14:50:30 GMT
Yesterday's trip to the library was...
Matthew smiled at the thought. There we no words to properly describe what was going on in his head. Oh, but there were visuals. Lots of them. So many so that he was inspired.
Eyes glanced over his dorm room wall. There where about five to seven art pieces -- all quotes -- in various frames. Whenever he found a good quote, he liked to record it. Nice calligraphy, nice paper, the works. This is what led Matthew to the art studio on this wonderful (he never actually checked the weather, though) morning. He needed to add a few quotes to his wall. Hell, he didn't even know what quotes he wanted yet, but he knew he wanted something.
Whether his crush and him would end up high school sweethearts or not was irrelevant. What mattered was he'd get a chance to find out. Or, you know, just friends. Because that's cool, too. Totally cool. No problem, yeah. Just a couple of bros. Hanging out. Joking. No touching, because friends don't touch. Nope. Platonic. But not in an "I love you" way, but like "You're my best bro" way. It's fine. Totally.
Matthew rolled his eyes as he stepped into the studio. He'd deal if they had to be just friends, but he was hoping that crush of his surprised him. I don't even think he likes dudes. You're setting yourself up for failure, Matt.
He took an easel and got to work. Since he didn't have a quote, he colored the background first. Some watercolor, a reddish-blue mixture. But the quote didn't come and he ended up sketching a cartoonish POW!. He laughed to himself. He could use a POW! on the wall.
His visual telepathy had been shut down for most of the morning. The art room was normally quiet, but there was almost always an instance where he thought he was alone and turns out they're blaring music and all he'd be able to see where random Ariana Grande or some obscure band's lyrics float through the air, or two people were arguing about god-knows-what and he'd apparently missed the biggest fight of the century. But, he'd had his ability dampened for too long now and a slight headache was setting in. He lowered his guard as he grabbed another blank slate.
And, of course, someone else was here.
Matthew smiled at the thought. There we no words to properly describe what was going on in his head. Oh, but there were visuals. Lots of them. So many so that he was inspired.
Eyes glanced over his dorm room wall. There where about five to seven art pieces -- all quotes -- in various frames. Whenever he found a good quote, he liked to record it. Nice calligraphy, nice paper, the works. This is what led Matthew to the art studio on this wonderful (he never actually checked the weather, though) morning. He needed to add a few quotes to his wall. Hell, he didn't even know what quotes he wanted yet, but he knew he wanted something.
Whether his crush and him would end up high school sweethearts or not was irrelevant. What mattered was he'd get a chance to find out. Or, you know, just friends. Because that's cool, too. Totally cool. No problem, yeah. Just a couple of bros. Hanging out. Joking. No touching, because friends don't touch. Nope. Platonic. But not in an "I love you" way, but like "You're my best bro" way. It's fine. Totally.
Matthew rolled his eyes as he stepped into the studio. He'd deal if they had to be just friends, but he was hoping that crush of his surprised him. I don't even think he likes dudes. You're setting yourself up for failure, Matt.
He took an easel and got to work. Since he didn't have a quote, he colored the background first. Some watercolor, a reddish-blue mixture. But the quote didn't come and he ended up sketching a cartoonish POW!. He laughed to himself. He could use a POW! on the wall.
His visual telepathy had been shut down for most of the morning. The art room was normally quiet, but there was almost always an instance where he thought he was alone and turns out they're blaring music and all he'd be able to see where random Ariana Grande or some obscure band's lyrics float through the air, or two people were arguing about god-knows-what and he'd apparently missed the biggest fight of the century. But, he'd had his ability dampened for too long now and a slight headache was setting in. He lowered his guard as he grabbed another blank slate.
And, of course, someone else was here.