There were a lot of things that Vincent didn't like in his college career, and being in art class was one of them.

He could make an entire list as to why art was unnecessary and why it should probably never be taught ever again. He could make petitions, maybe a campaign, or insert some other thing that PTA mom's can vote against.

But then again, he was really, really lazy and preferred to smoke away the money used in anything but, so let's just move onto why he hated art.

Okay, so when he came to this little town, he expected a lot worse. He had heard bad things about the United States, most bordering on people not selling good weed. That was a bit of a shocker, since the asshole were close to Mexico, and his Mexican friend back in Netherlands had the best weed.

But, never mind that.

It was nice, it was quaint. Mostly just old people smiling and waving at Vincent, and he was forced to awkwardly wave back, and not say "good morning" without sounding like someone who hasn't spoken in thirteen years.

"Yes, Rachel i have made sure I have food," He rolled his eyes as he opened his fridge, seeing that there was more than enough food for the month. He did indulge in food, because believe it or not, Vincent preferred food over weed.

Surprising, huh?

"Are you sure? Last time you went to the US, you were stuck eating peanut butter,"

"You promised you would never bring that up," Vincent stood up, pulling out some milk and riffling to find cereal. Everything was so sugary, yeesh, that's why this country is overweight.

"Well, yes. But I'm not going to," She giggled and Vincent smiled gently at his sister's laugh. She was a sweet girl, and really the only reason he was doing this was for her. She had encouraged him to come to study, even though he already had an okay job and a nice apartment.

" I want you to be better, brother! And not need to rely on Papa and Mama's money,"

He laughed at that, but he was encouraged.

"Have a good day at school, brother,"

"Of course, Rachel," He said gently, smiling as she did a kiss sound into the speaker. He hung up and started to pack his things.

Art class. Here we go.

Rachel called him as he walked to class, making sure that he had eaten, and that he had gotten all of his things. Vincent, of course, had to answer in Dutch, and was getting weird looks from everyone around him as the tall man crossed the room like a graceful giraffe and spoke gruffly into the phone.

"Rachel, I got all of my things, please leave me be,"

"Vincent, you ate peanut butter-"

"AND YOU BRING THAT UP AGAIN!"

Vincent shouted in Dutch, and threw his bag down. There were jumps from everyone around him, including a tiny asian girl with big brown eyes.

"Don't shout,"

"I'm not shouting," He deflated and sat down. Class was beginning to start, and he found himself bored already. The students all looked like watered down art geeks, and half of them looked like they needed showers. Vincent was the only one that looked like he could open a bottle of beer with his bare hands, and was the only one without a portfolio or any sort of art utensils.

He wasn't ready at all for this class.

He had only packed for his math class, and honestly the two hours he was spending here were already a buzz-fucking-kill. He had smoked a little before he came in, and he was a little high, so everything was a bit fuzzy.

"Are you in class?"

"Yeah, I'm in class," He whispered, looking at the clock as he waited for the class to begin. Suddenly, a really hot and curvy Spanish woman basically strutted into the room, and Vincent could almost say that he was interested in this class.

Almost.

She had full lips, bright green eyes and her skin was the most delicious shade of brown that he'd seen ever. It was almost mirroring his own, seeing as though he had an okay brown tinge in his skin. Her perfect hourglass figure couldn't knock some sense into any man dying, and oh man, his pants suddenly got uncomfortable.

He shouldn't have smoked; he was starting to let his emotions waver.

"Class, we might begin a little late today,"

Oh, yes he was very interested indeed. If this woman conducted the class, he'd be the next Van Gogh if he was just allowed to hold her hand.

"Is the Professor out?"

The tiny asian girl whispered, and Vincent saw her name on her sketch of some anime character. Her name was Sakura, how cute.

Wait, now that he thought about it, the professor was that woman… right?

"Unfortunately, he's a little late. He had to get some medicine and the traffic jam screwed him up. Give him ten minutes," Her voice was practically a melting pot of lust and everything good in women and Vincent found himself close to crying at how beautiful she was.

When was the last time he got laid, sheesh.

There was a bit of a rustling in class, and Vincent kept talking to his sister on the phone. She was going off about some man that she was starting to get feelings for, but Vincent was too high and too horny to really care.

The woman wasn't even wearing anything attractive. Just her smile and her cute way of speaking as if you were the most important thing in the world made him weak. And in the room, no one seemed to care about this, what the fuck.

"Oh! Man sorry I'm late, I needed to get my meds!"

A tall, gangly looking kid walked in and Vincent felt his lust shoot down to a flat line.

"And who does that cute voice belong to?" His sister said into his ear, practically cooing. Vincent wanted to say something, but the man interrupted again.

"Today we have a couple of new students-"

"He's not as attractive as you think; he looked like a stringy bean with a mop of hair. It goes down to his waist. I can call him more of a girl than a guy,"

The man paused talking, his eyes widening behind way too big glasses. He was pretty though, his eye lashes brushing against his lids and his hair shining at how pretty he was.

"Vincent, you're talking really loud. Are you sure he doesn't speak dutch,"

Vincent was too high to care, honestly.

"He doesn't speak dutch, this guy has the thickest Canadian accent since those dudes on the Great White North, I'm fucking fine. He has a sweet ass though, I can tell,"

Vincent grinned and the Professor blinked away something. He knew that he was just questioning what he was saying, but Vincent didn't care.

"Vincent-"

"Be quiet Rachel, I can't hear his voice,"

Vincent was for some reason ignoring the other woman. She was hot and all, but he noticed that this man was a lot… sweeter looking. With pretty eyes, and hair, and for some reason thick hips. But he could tell that underneath his sweater, he was muscular, since his arms were a bit big, and he stood with the stance of a fucking bear.

Vincent stared at him, waiting for him to keep talking.

"Along with that young man over there speaking… Dutch?"

Vincent shook his head, and grinned.

"He's cute. I like him… well kind of, he seems like he'd be annoying,"

The man continued to speak.

"So, if the…. Three of you could just tell me your names,"

He stared at Vincent with big blue eyes and Vincent felt his stomach clench. He was pretty.

"… I… don't speak English," Vincent said in accented English, and put his head against his hand. He didn't wish to speak, he was too high to pay attention, and honestly, he didn't want him to know who he was.

The professor knit his brows, staring at him incredulously, and then pulled out a paper from his pocket.

"Vincent Abrams?"

"Ja," He then made a weird motion to the blond, and pointed to himself. The man knit his brows even further, and Vincent gently said,

"Name, You?"

"… Williams. Matthew Williams,"

"Matthew,"

Vincent tried that name on his tongue, and he grinned at it. It was nice. It was really cute, and sweet and the man in question stiffened.

"Do not call me that, you will address me as Professor,"

"Ja, ja, Matthew,"

Vincent grinned as the man practically fumed, and Vincent laughed into the phone,

"He's mad. It's fucking adorable. He thinks I can't speak English,"

His sister laughed on the other side and Vincent chuckled.

Matthew's face grew bright red, and he then filled his lungs with air.

"Alright… I'm going to go off names, alright?"

Vincent spent the next couple of weeks making life a living hell for the blond. He disliked the class so much; he just wanted to go home half of the time. He preferred fucking math class over this, but then again he was high half of the time he was here, so maybe that's why he wasn't enjoying it.

He would always come in with food, and talking on the phone, and Matthew was starting to get madder and madder. Sakura had mentioned that she had never seen "Mr. Williams," so mad.

First off, Mr. Williams was a pretentious 6'2 canadian asshole. He was obsessed with Van Gogh, and Vincent felt it in his bones that Matthew hated that they both shared the same name.

He loved this.

He incredibly loved saying something in shitty English that made Matthew blush red and his eyes widen. Making really bad jokes and having the blond look at him like he was the most disgusting thing on the planet.

He just loved to fuck with him.

That is, until he said something out of line.

Vincent was talking to his sister on the phone, not a surprise, but he actually stopped mid sentence when he saw Matthew walk in looking like absolute death.

His hair wasn't put up in a neat ponytail like always, and he had bags under his eyes. Vincent had to actually stop to look at him.

The woman, who's name turned out to be Esmeralda, immedietly went to him and took his things. As if this was a common thing.

"Hey, Vin, is everything alright?"

"No, the Professor looks like shit,"

Matthew shot him a glare, but it was soft. As Vincent called him "Professor" instead of Matthew.

"Hey, guys. Today is a normal day, just continue on your art projects on surrealism,"

Vincent didn't even have paper to draw on, so he didn't really know what to do.

"What's wrong?" Rachel's voice said gently into his ear, and Vincent stared at the blond as he went to his seat.

"Ah… He's… I don't think he's taking his meds. I'm not sure,"

Matthew's face was hiding in a large red jacket and his glasses were tinting as light began to come into the room.

"Well then, do your work,"

"I don't have anything in my bags, all I have is pencils and my math book. My math class was cancelled,"

There was a silence from Rachel, and then Matthew spoke from across the room,

"Why do you even come to my class if you don't have utensils,"

That made Rachel gasp and Vincent freeze. His eyes were wide, and he almost dropped his phone into the bag.

"… Did… You know Dutch?"

Matthew lifted his face from his sweater, and sighed gently. His eyes were a bit hazy, and his tears were in them. Vincent almost physically felt ill at seeing such a bright man he liked to pick on look so pained.

"I have understood every word you've said about me to your sister, you idiot,"

Vincent's entire face began to glow red, and Rachel let out a loud and buzzing laugh that ended with snorts and wheezing.

"Oh god, you're fucked,"

"I… I'm…," Vincent's face turned redder and redder and Matthew's face suddenly grew a lot happier. He smiled, and then he began to laugh.

It was chipper, and pretty and high pitched and Vincent found it hard to look at him. The entire class stared as Vincent became smaller, and smaller, and almost disappeared into his desk.

Matthew, stood up, and pulled out some watercolors and a large canvas. He put them on Vincent's desk, and stared down at him. Instead of speaking English, the man spoke fluent dutch to him.

"Come on. Paint for me, Vincent. I know you have talent, I've seen you sketching Ms. Esperanza over there-"

That was actually a lie, Vincent has been sketching out Matthew the entire time, but he was too embarrassed and he was too turned on by how the Professor was so close to him. He could smell coffee and cologne, and he smelled sweet. He smelled like home and Vincent wanted to puke at the sudden emotions he had for the pretty blonde.

"-And I want to see what you actually can do if you try. Please?"

His eyes lidded and he got a little closer.

"For me?"

Vincent almost whimpered back "Anything for you," but he was quiet and Matthew grinned at him. The blond took the phone, gently said "I'm sorry, I'm going to hang up on you Rachel. I owe you a drink if you're ever in the U.S." and set it down. He turned back to Vincent and grinned.

"Dankjewel," Vincent's green eyes were wide as Matthew poked his nose and winked at him. He pulled back, slipping his thin fingers into his soft blond hair, and tying it up into a ponytail. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, and he still looked like shit, but he was a little better having brutally wasted Vincent.

The man stared off into space for a second, not noticing some of the girls in the room shoot jealous glares, and even some guys glare openly at Vincent for his ability to get the attention from the Professor.

Vincent sat up, taking out a pencil and quietly starting to sketch on the canvas that was given to him.

That was the last time he spoke to his sister in class, and the very last time he brought his math books into this class.