AN: Pairing: Samrissa/Marissam
Characters: Marissa Von Bleicken, Samuel Larsen, mentions of Matheus Fernandes
Genre: romance/humor?
9) Around the World – ATC
*Marissa*
I let the pencil glide over the paper, both lightly gripped in my hands, my eyes closed. I had my earbuds in and was listening to pop techno – something Lindsay had introduced me to – which was apparently great for my artistic inspiration.
"What are you doing?" a confused voice asked.
I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see Samuel staring at my paper. "Drawing," I said, shrugging.
"With your eyes closed," he added, dumbfounded. "How do you do that?"
I shrugged again, looking at the picture in front of me. It was a surprisingly good one of a butterfly I'd never seen before. I took my earbuds out. "What are you doing here, anyway? Don't you have history?" I had a free period, so I was sitting in the library.
"I'm ditching," he said easily, slipping into the seat next to me. "We have a sub whom I happen to know is a judgmental bitch who will ask if I'm 'smoking weed with my buddies after school', so…" He waved his hand in a way that said you know the rest.
"She's judgmental and thinks you're a delinquent, so you're skipping her class?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
He gently smacked my arm. "Shut up. Better to prove her right than endure it for an hour and a half."
"True," I muttered, knowing how the stereotypes felt. I'd been a cheerleader for two years, so I was automatically perceived as a bitchy idiot.
"Hey, are you doing anything tonight?" he asked, pushing his dreads behind his ear and looking at the table more than me.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Are you asking me out?"
He blushed slightly, something that anyone who didn't know him wouldn't even have been able to see, but that I'd never seen him do before. "Depends, are you saying yes?"
I tried to hide my smile behind my hand. "Depends, where?"
"My friend's having a party," he explained, still avoiding my eyes. "No one you know."
I frowned. "I swear, if it's a rave–"
"It's not a rave!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "I don't go to raves! I'm swear, I'm gonna kill Matheus for saying that!" He thought a moment. "Or I can just go around calling him Matty. I think that's better, actually."
I giggled a bit, knowing how much he hated being called that. "Sure."
He looked at me, surprised. "What?"
"I'll go out with you," I said casually, managing to keep myself from grinning as I put one earbud back in.
He looked shocked, but ecstatic. Which was really weird for him. He gently cleared his throat, his calmness returning. "Awesome. I'll pick you up at eight?"
I nodded. It was a Friday, after all.
He smiled a bit. "Cool. Hey, what are you listening to?"
I hit the play button and handed him the other earbud. Tonight would be fun.
I touched my pencil back to the paper, letting my inspiration flow.
AN: Samrissa FTW! ^^
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