Boomer smiles when he walks into his art class. Not only because Art is his favorite subject, but also because his first new friend from the new school, Bubbles, is in here with him.
"Hey." He says, walking behind her and looking over her shoulder past her blonde pig-tail, seeing her painting of a beautiful blue flower with a purple center flowing out in the shape of a heart.
"Hey!" She smiles turning around. "I really like your shirt!" She says, pointing the tip of her paintbrush towards Boomer's chest.
He looks down, suddenly unable to remember what he dressed himself in this morning. A Pierce The Veil T-shirt covers his muscular chest.
"You like them?" He asks looking up at her. She doesn't really look or seem like the type to be into their kind of music, she seems more like she'd be into Carly Rae Jepsen, or oh god, Rebecca Black. (No offense intended to anyone who enjoys these artists)
"Yea!" she says smiling and turning back to her painting station to lay her brush down. "My favorite song by them would probably have to be 'King For A Day'!" She smiles and turns back to him.
Boomer's eyes widen, to be completely honest that would have to be his favorite song by them too. Though Caraphernelia would be a close second if not a tie.
"Awesome!" he says, bu the bell rings and that means he has to sit down, luckily the seat beside her is empty.
He sits down and stares at his nearly empty canvas. He always loved Art class, but he could never think of anything to paint. In his mind he always got so excited about drawing of painting but when he attempts to put his creativity out into the world it just doesn't happen.
In front of him the canvas is almost completely void of paint, except for a small dot of Dark Blue near the bottom right corner, and that's only there because it dripped off of the brush.
"What were you going to paint Boomer?" Bubble's cheery voice disturbs him from his thoughts. He turns to see her smiling at him.
"Uh." Boomer looks at his disgrace of a canvas. "I- I don't know. . . I can't think of anything to paint. . ."
Bubbles smiles still, but she reaches for her notebook, ripping out a page and handing it to Boomer. "Here." She says handing his a pencil as well. "When I can't think of what to draw I just let my imagination run free on a couple of sheets of paper. See?" She holds up a few scattered pieces of paper.
Boomer takes them and smiles. The first page has a big letter 'B' in a boat on top of the water, reflecting slightly. The next page has a collection of empty water bottles ties together with a ribbon, the ribbon ties together in the middle forming the shape of a heart. Then finally the last page has the same picture as her painting.
Boomer hands the papers to Bubbles and she takes them with a scared"I don't know if it would work for you, and I'm really sorry if you think I'm being pushy of annoying or-"
Boomer cuts her off. "I'll try it, you know, i've only known you for a day and a half and you've probably apologized to me about 50 times for things that weren't your fault. . .My brothers haven't apologized to me that many times in our whole life."
Bubbles whole face turns red. "I-I'm sorry!" She says, making him chuckle. "I mean, I'm not sorry, because you told me not to say I was sorry. . .Or maybe you were just pointing it our in which case I'm sorry that I told you I wasn't sor-"
Boomer cuts her off again by laughing. "You're fine!" He smiles. "Really, I think it's cute that you apologize so much."
The bell rings summoning an end to possibly the shortest class Boomer has ever sat in. 'Stupid!' he thinks to himself when he walks out. 'First you make her uncomfortable by bringing up how much she apologizes, then you call her cute! What's wrong with you!'
(A/N I finished yet another chapter to what has quickly become my favorite story by myself. Please tell me what you think, bye!)