Author's Note: Prompt: Meaningless Pairing: student!Wanda/artist!Tim; Obviously Magic School Bus isn't mine.
She was meaningless to him. Wanda knew that the moment he laid eyes on her.
He was an artist, a visionary. He lived in his own bubble that was created with his hands. People adored him. They thought he was the next Michelangelo and honestly, after staring at him for the past twenty-two minutes, she thought he was too.
How had she let herself be dragged to this show? Wanda was never one for the arts. She detested drawing and found pottery to be the most boring activity. She believed this when she was eight and, ten years later, she thought the same. Phoebe was crazy to think Wanda would enjoy an art exhibit. Then again, Phoebe had always been a little on the weird side. Oh well, the girls were sharing an apartment while they went to college. She supposed she would have to get used to these outings.
Wanda had lost her roommate nearly as soon as they entered and now she was beginning to become antsy. The artist wouldn't stop staring at her (then again, she hadn't stopped staring at him) and it was beginning to unnerve her. His dark, chocolate skin blended nicely with his peacock blue shirt and his eyes, so rich, like the coffee she had drank that morning to keep her awake for her exams. She took a sip of her beer, the black wisps of her bob cut brushing her cheek bones.
When she looked back to where the man had been standing, he was no longer there. Wanda sighed and was about to go look for Phoebe when she noticed the man standing in front of her. He had on an easy grin and his posture was so relaxed; it looked like he had no spine. One of his hands was stuffed in his jean's pocket and the other was extended towards her with a card in it. She stared at it for a moment before taking the paper.
"Call me." He said before disappearing. Wanda read the card with interest.
Tim Jamal. 209-1324.
Apparently she wasn't as meaningless as she thought.