beck is based off of my best friend :)
beck sat at her desk, an empty canvas on an easel and acrylic paints in front of her.
"hey sweetheart, what's up?" beck heard dean's voice behind her.
she twirled her chair around to face him.
"i never want to paint another still life as long as i live." beck groaned.
dean came over and sat on the bed by beck. "can i watch?"
beck spun the chair back to the desk. "um…sure. it might bore you."
dean leaned his elbows on his knees. "i won't be bored."
beck picked up a pencil and began sketching her design.
dean remained silent until beck started to paint.
"what's that gonna be?" he inquired.
beck put down her brush.
"it's going to be a lemon on a rock, which i don't understand. but it's my art class assignment, so i gotta do it…"
she kept painting while dean watched.
an hour passed.
out of the corner of her eye, beck saw dean check his watch.
"dean, honey, if you're bored you don't have to watch me anymore."
"i'm not bored." dean insisted.
"okay…" beck sighed.
another hour passed, and beck was finally finishing up her still life.
she made the final stroke of her brush, set it down, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"that was fun." dean grinned.
beck rubbed her eyes. "fun. that's not exactly what i would call painting for two hours."
dean took her hand and squeezed. "wanna go watch pirates of the caribbean and never paint a still life ever again?"
beck smiled. "i could really go for that."
