Blank. It was always blank. No matter how many times Feliciano looked at the thing, it was always blank.

Why in the world can't he think of anything?!

Feliciano let out a whimper and sat down in the classroom, looking through some magazines for inspiration. Why was it so hard to paint something dear to him? He had a lot of things dear to him! Was it because he can't decide? Ugh. He looked up to see the teacher, Elizaveta, happily humming and drawing something at her desk. Without a second thought, Feliciano stood up and walked over to her, "What are you drawing?" he asked, curiosity taking over.

Elizaveta looked up from her trance and blinked for a bit before smiling, "I'm drawing my husband." she said, then looking back down at the almost finished piece.

Feliciano turned his head a bit to see. On the paper, there was a realistic drawing of a man with pouting lips and creased eyebrows. His eyes were thin and dark, along with his hair. His bangs were pushed back out of his face, but a stubborn piece stuck up from the rest. He looked as if he was wearing a coat. Feliciano almost giggled at it. Elizaveta shook her head in a motherly fashion, "Even I am doing the project."

The student looked up from the art to his teacher with questioning eyes, "What?"

"Well," she started, moving the pencil again, "like I said, the project could be anything dear to you. You're family, friends, or even a lover. Do you have anyone dear to you, Feliciano?"

Said boy straightened up. His mind automatically went to his brother and grandfather, "Yeah, my family and the new friends I made! Also my teachers, my house, my cat, my-"

Elizaveta started to laugh, which confused Feliciano, "No no, I mean dear to you. Precious. Someone who you think of highly and would do anything for."

Again, his mind when to his family. He'd do anything for his family. But the look on his teachers face told him she wasn't talking about family relations. She was talking about romantic relations. Feliciano took a moment to fight with himself before he gave into thinking about that blonde haired beauty with the stunning blue eyes. The mystery of her drove Feliciano crazy, both a good and bad thing. His face heated up at the thought of her sweet, but deep, voice. That day when he helped her with her painting. That was unbelievable. He freaked out when he got home, happy she had noticed him. He had touched her hand. And she didn't pull away. She didn't push him out. She let him. That's a good thing, right?

A giggle broke his thoughts. He looked down at his sitting teacher, who held a hand over her mouth to stop her laughing. Feliciano felt his face grow hotter, "I see," she said, "you do have someone special?"

He gave an awkward smile, his cheeks still red, "I guess you can say that," he said, "I have had my eyes on her for awhile. But she doesn't seem to notice me that much."

The Hungarian woman tapped her pencil on her drawing, "Nothing says I love you more than art, Feliciano."

That's it!

Feliciano gasped with happiness and turned around, running for his easel. He grabbed his pencil and began his sketching. He'll get her attention this way! He'll win her heart this way! He'll make this the best painting in the world, and she'll fall head over heals for him! This is by far the best idea anyone could of given him!

"This is the worse idea anyone could of given you."

Gilbert rolled his eyes at his sister, looking down at the students. School was about to begin, and his water balloons were ready for fire. Who was the lucky victim today? Non other than Alfred F. Jones, his buddy, "Relax, Moni. Alfie and I are buddies."

"First of all, you could miss. Second, you could get in huge trouble. It's bad enough people are looking out for me, thinking I'm just as insane as you."

Gilbert turned around to look at her. Monikas arms were crossed and her look held disapproval. He just shrugged it off and looked back, spotting his friend, "Whatever. Watch this, I'm aiming for his glasses!"

Monika stepped forward to watch her brother. She did everything she could to stop him, and nothing worked. Karma will get him, now. Gilbert closed an eye to aim better, and he pulled back his arm, throwing the balloon down, "Ha!" he yelled, watching it fall.

"Alfred, wait up!"

Alfred stepped aside to make room for his sister. She gasped for air and stopped next to him, "Stop leaving without me, I'm tired of-"

Splat.

Gilbert's hands flew to his face, his eyes wide and his heart stopping, "Shit."

Monika blinked with surprised eyes, "Look what you did now, thanks to your idiocy. You hit your girlfriend."

Alfred stared at Madeline, who was wet from head to toe. Then started to laugh. Everyone around them either ignored what just happened, or joined Alfred.

Madeline looked down at herself. Her new outfit was ruined. Her hair was bond to puff out now. Her glasses were fogged up. She wouldn't be surprised if her make up was running, too.

Gilbert ran down the building like it was nothing, sliding down the stairs and outside. He breathed heavily and quickly went over to Madeline, "Oh my god, Maddie, I didn't mean it!" Gilbert said, his eyes wide and worry all over his face, "I was trying to hit Alfred!"

Alfred suddenly stopped laughing and glared at Gilbert, "You did this?" he asked, "I thought it was just some lame prank by the freshmen. But, you?" he was ready to chew him out, until Madeline stuck out her arm.

"A-Alfred, it's fine..." she said with a breaking voice. Gilbert instantly felt a stab through his chest. Was that the water dripping, or tears? "Haha, funny joke Gilbert," she didn't seem mad. She smiled and literally laughed. Which made Gilbert feel worse, "I'm... I'm going to go clean up now..."

With that, she left. Gilbert felt like melting to the ground and be stepped on. How could he do this to Madeline? She's so nice and sweet, she didn't deserve to be ballooned! He glared at Alfred, "Why did you move, you idiot?!"

Alfred was surprised before he glared back, "How the hell was I supposed to know you'd throw something?!"

Monika let out a sigh. Her brother was an idiot. Not only was his aiming off, he hit a girl. Not just any girl, Madeline. Who Monika had a suspicion Gilbert liked. She was on her way to class to be there early when she heard light sobbing from the girls restroom. Oh god. What should she do? There's a possibility that it could be Madeline, and being the friend Monika is supposed to be, she would go and comfort her. But if it's not, she pretty much just walked into an awkward situation with a stranger.

Oh well.

Monika walked into the restroom. She looked around for a moment, trying to pinpoint where the crying was coming from. She walked around for a moment, then opened a stall door. There, sat Madeline with her face in her hands. Monika frowned, "Madeline?"

Said girl squeaked. She wiped her head up with wide eyes to see the other blonde. Madeline relaxed, "Oh, hi, Monika..."

"Is this about Gilbert hitting you with a water balloon?" Monika asked, leaning on the door, "He didn't mean it. Didn't he say sorry?"

Madeline lowered her head, "Yeah..." she said, "But it wasn't the water balloon..."

She stood up and walked out the stall, passed Monika and to the mirror. She looked at herself and took some paper towels, cleaning herself, "Then what was it?" Monika asked, going over and standing next to her.

Madeline rubbed her face before answering, "Everyone was laughing at me..." she said with a light whisper, "and everything was ruined. My clothes, my hair... I wanted to impress Gilbert today, not have him see me all wet and gross."

Monika resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She could at least understand where she was coming from. It would be terrible to face your crush, looking the way Madeline did. Monika couldn't imagine what she would feel like if Feliciano saw her like that.

Wait, what?

A buzz was heard, and Madeline looked at her phone. She sighed in relief, "Good, my mom just dropped off fresh clothes for me." she said with a smile, "See you around, Monika."

With that, she threw away the towels and walked out the door. Monika looked after her, than herself in the mirror. Madeline was sure something else. She wanted to impress Gilbert so bad, she wore stylish clothes and make up. Even though even Monika knew all Madeline wanted to wear was a sweater, jeans, and sneakers. Why is it that when girls find a guy they really like, they be everything but themselves to try and impress them? That's a question that would probably never be answered.

The bell rang, and Monika groaned. Great. She might be late for class now.