Chapter 4- Only in Movies
Tayuya smiled at him as she went into her dorm room.
"Does this count as a date?" Sasuke called.
She laughed, "Bring me flowers next time." And shut her door.
She sat by her easel and canvas to do her first assignment. What meant most to her? Perhaps the very canvas she painted on. Family. . . Friends. . . Art.
She decided to sleep on it.
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She sat next to Sasuke the next day in class as Kakashi went over basics.
"Now partner up." He smiled.
Sasuke turned to Tayuya, "Partners?"
"Yeah."
Kakashi said, "Now. . On a sketch pad, draw them."
Sasuke blushes and he picked up a pencil. He began to draw her as she smiled helplessly. It was a close up on her face, in great detail.
"I adore your smile." Sasuke drew her lips.
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"I brought flowers this time." He handed her a painting on a very small canvas of roses.
She laughed, "How cliché."
He mused, "Oh come on, it's sweet right?"
Sure, she thought, it was very sweet. Classic love story right? But how could she be the main character? "Yeah, so what are we doing today, movies?"
"I was thinking a picnic." He took her hand.
She laughed, "You don't even know what kind of food I like."
"I don't know what kind of flowers you like either."
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He drove out to a trail where they got out of the car and walked hand in hand a nice grassy and wooded area.
Tayuya gasped, "It's beautiful."
He smiled, "It's where I come to think."
Sasuke spread out a blanket and set down the basket he had brought.
Tayuya and Sasuke enjoyed their food, which included pie he had made and cold milk in a bottle. Peanut butter in jelly sandwiches which he ate happily. They shared stories and laughed and then he took her into his arms and laid back on the blanket with her.
"You're amazing, you know that?" He ran his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know about that." She closed her eyes.
"Your innocence is appalling."
She smirked, "How do you know that I'm so innocent?"
"From what you've told me. . And the way you act. The way you carry yourself." He continued to play with her hair and she let him.
He began to sing very softly, "And in case you were wondering, you are like a hurricane to me. Your violence is beautiful and your center sweet, now tell me this do you know how we'd meet?"
She enjoyed the sound of his voice and cuddled him closely.
"Can I paint you?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." She opened her eyes and looked up at him to find him staring at her with something in his eyes she'd only seen in movies. He rose and told her he'd be right back. He returned minutes later with an easel and a large canvas, a fold up table, and a paint set. He then made a second trip and returned with a fold up chair. He moved her slightly into a pose. Then began to paint.