#{ i hope u like it!!! tbh i think tristan and kaito would get along. maybe i should revive him so these two can be bros. hmmmm. }

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More Memories |ACCEPTING|

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🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

An exasperated sigh left the young student’s lips as she weaved through the students in the packed hallway, teenagers overflowing and jammed together like sardines, some of them smelling like such as well.  Still, she would rather have this fate than spend the day with her father.  Squeezing between two students blocking her path, she practically stumbled into her final class, one that she had nearly been dreading all day: art.  

Elective courses were always filled with rambunctious students that were only there for an easy A, nobody ever took them seriously.  She nearly groaned when her eyes landed on the only empty seat left, beside a boy mingling and laughing with other students.  He was older, taller, louder, and obnoxious in her mind.  Messy, untamed blonde hair covered one of his eyes, the one that was visible was a kaleidoscope of blues and greens that sparkled as his boisterous laugh e c h o e d in the large classroom.  Another sigh escaped her thin, pale lips as she sat beside the tall, blonde boy.  The assignment for the day was a simple still life, one her neighbor barely even begun by the end of the period as he was too busy laughing and blabbering nonsensical jokes and gaffs.  She tried to tune him out until the loud B A N G  of his hands slamming against her desk completely disrupted her work.  Nearly terrified, she looked up at the boy only to see a swirling m a n i a of excitement and giddiness in his eye as he leaned much closer to her, examining her sketch book.

“WHOA!! Yo this is really REALLY good!  I’ve never been able to draw this great in my life!”  

His voice was filled with hyper excitement, as if her work was the best he had ever seen.  She stared up in bewilderment, searching for anything in his expression that would hint at insincerity, before her eyes trailed back to the simple beginnings of a refined piece.  She had only placed a basic light outline of the objects and the darkest values in graphite, still, he praised it so highly.

“….Perhaps if you spent the class actually drawing instead of socializing, you would get better.”  

She closed her sketchbook with her cold reply, eyes flickering to the clock to see the seconds tick by.  Time running out before she would have to deal with her father again.  Despite this disdain and annoyance filling her voice with malice, his laugh again rang out as he leaned back away from her, turning his gaze to the ceiling.  

“Yeah, okay okay, you’ve got me there.  These classes just don’t teach you much about how to really draw, ya know?  The teachers slack off just as much as the students, so only those who really care actually improve.”  He tucked his hands behind his head, tilting his gaze towards her.  “Maybe you could teach me?  You’d make a FAR better teacher than most of these guys here.”

Tilting her head in return, she responded “I would only be willing to teach you if you put in the effort to learn.  Unlike many believe, this talent does not come naturally, but that means anyone can learn.”

He gave her a playful bow before announcing “Yes ma’am! I, Tristan, vow to be the best student you have ever taught.”

A smile crept onto her face, one she didn’t even try to hide.  “Considering you will be my only student thus far, that promise will be quite easy to keep.  My name is Scarlet.”

At the end of class, the two walked through the halls together, exchanging emails, before parting ways.  Tristan gave her a big, cheesy smile, one she had found obnoxious only an hour ago now made her feel at ease; she graciously returned his smile, waving goodbye at him until he was out of sight.  She looked through the pages of her sketchbook again, glancing at the page with a content sigh, before tucking the book back into her raggedy old messenger bag, and walking towards her father’s house.