Hello! I know this isn't a new chapter for Secrets of Room 315, and I'm sorry! I'm kinda slow, but I'm working on the next chapter! School just kinda took first priority, you probably understand. So, I got this idea, and personally I LOVE GaaMatsu, it's one of my OTP's, but I haven't written a oneshot about them mainly because I didn't know how to go about it. So this isn't as romantic as I want it to be, but I suck at writing that kind of stuff. So, here we go!

It was pure. The stretched canvas of white was propped up in front of him, the pure, untouched world staring back at him.

He hated it. Why couldn't something just come to his mind, just so something – anything at this point – could be painted onto it, just so the white canvas wouldn't be so…so white. White was boring; nobody wants a white canvas on display in a museum, or in their house. They want something beautiful, something that will be cherished and revered forever.

He went to the best school for the arts just so he could have a chance to become as idolized as Da Vinci or Picasso. He knew the best way to control how thick you wanted a line to be, knew how to plan without paper and pencil. Hell, he even knew how to get inspiration without actually being inspired.

So why was none of that coming to mind now? He had to have a picture done by tomorrow for a class project, he was running out of time! He can't just sit here!

Groaning, he rubbed his scalp, unintentionally spiking up his red hair. He'd be more productive sleeping than this, he thought angrily. Feeling his phone vibrate, he checked the caller ID. Sending a silent prayer to God, he answered.

"What is it Naruto?" He asked. Maybe his friend could help him out. The blond always had the ability to help him when he was stuck in situations like this. He

"What'cha doin' Gaara?" Gaara winced silently as his friends loud voice hit his ear.

"Sitting here doing nothing. " Well, he was technically doing something, but hey – technicalities.

"You're stuck, aren't you? Go take a walk! There's a park near the college, right? Take your stuff and go there! The fresh air will help, trust me! And you need to tan; you're looking as pale as a ghost!" Gaara snorted.

"Yeah, sure. You seem to keep forgetting that it is physically impossible for me to tan, Naruto. Does Sophomore year ring any bells?" During their spring break sophomore year, Naruto, Gaara, and their group of friends went down south to the beach, to swim and have fun as a makeshift family. Naruto ended up tying Gaara to a beach chair after the latter said that he couldn't tan, and would only burn. That evening resulted with Naruto and Gaara in agony, for different reasons.

"Oh, hehe, that. Yeah, I remember. But still, get outside! You may get inspired by looking at flowers, or cloud-watching!"

"Don't mention cloud-watching." He couldn't think of his sister's husband. That would bring bad thoughts, evil thoughts that Temari would castrate him for if she ever found out about them.

"Sorry. Well, I've gotta go! Hinata's waiting for me! Good luck!" The dail tone met his ears, and Gaara sighed. Whether he liked it or not, Naruto was right. The blond may be an idiot when it comes to school, but he was great at helping others. So, following his friend's advice, he packed his easel, paints, and canvas; setting off to the park.

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Going outside so far hasn't helped much. His canvas was still blank, but his stomach was full. He had forgotten about lunch. Looking around the park, nothing really seemed to spark any inspiration within his creative mind.

This whole thing was really starting to piss him off. He turned around, trying to find something, or someone. At this point, he take the chance of appearing to be a stalker. Anything to get his damn painting done! Gaara was about to give up, when a person caught his eye.

Lying down on the grass, about 15 feet away, he estimated, was a young women. She had her eyes closed, but her tan skin complimented her light brown hair, the strands following the light breeze blowing through the park. He knew it was weird – a bit concerning actually – that he was looking at her so intensely, but he couldn't get her out of his head.

He had never seen a moment as picturesque as this moment was. Is this what true inspiration feels like? He felt like he could paint a million pictures of her. He hoped that she wouldn't wake up soon; he needed to paint the basics of her body first. Maybe when she wakes up he'll have the courage to talk to her. Maybe, if they get along, he'll get to paint her again.

Smiling slightly, he dipped his brush, and began to paint.

Alright! So that's done! Now, I know Gaara is OOC, VERY OOC, but this idea just popped into my head, and I just needed to write it out before it went away. In my head, it seemed kinda cute, Gaara going head over heels for Matsuri.

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