Adding a couple of blues and maybe some light yellows, Vincent was finally finished with his painting.The artist stopped to fully look at the whole drawing.

A normal night sky over a city, another attempt at remastering his father's style.

The more Vincent inspected the painting, he saw all of the mistakes and imperfections.Putting down his supplies, he sighed.The process was so calm, yet he found himself disappointed with the end result.He wonders if he should try a different approach or maybe start all over.

He decides to leave it for tomorrow, his head aches from all of the thinking.

Gentle with his canvas, he starts to pack up to go home already.Fortunately, art class was his last period, felt kinda like a satisfying conclusion to a story.With his backpack all ready and the bell, ringing, he was out.

The walk home was a very short yet peaceful distance.It was soon getting dark, the hour changing coming sooner.Looking up, he stared up at the sky in awe.To him, the sky looked stunning, the pastel blue sky fading into a more navy got him.The wind mixed with the cold wind made it all soothing.

Finally, he made it home, safe and sound.Unsurprisingly, the house was empty.

He walked up the stairs then plopped onto his bed.All of the inconveniences from the day made him tired.Laying for a while, just collecting his thoughts, Vincent finally sat up.The painter took long, deep breaths.He just stared at the wall, getting lost in his head.

One quick shower later, he started working on homework.It was simple homework, really just some dumb and easy history.At a certain point, a plate of leftover spaghetti was eaten.

Gogh finished all of the assignments, satisfied with the work.He thought of painting, since he had a whole night to himself.He ended up just laying down and checking his phone.

With just the usual calls and one more from his mother, he just put it down.After laying down, he felt the lack of sleep get to him. Vincent closed his eyes, not wanting to stay awake anymore.

Closing his locker, he decided to eat outside next to a tree, the bathroom was getting boring after all.The spot was pretty far but it was peaceful.He sat down, feeling the soft grass against his hands.He noticed some daisies and dandelions were near the tree, giving Vincent tranquility.The scene was truly comforting.

He laid down and gazed at the sky, watching in a trance.It was another shade of blue, very pale as it looked nearly white.He stayed like this for a while, nearly dozing off.

"You're, uh, skipping too?"

Van Gogh didn't realize someone was speaking to him, it wasn't until a hand was waving at his face.He instantly shot up, only to meet eyes with another."Oh! Thank, uh, god you're, uh, okay!"

Vincent had recognized that deep Boston accent, after all everyone in school had adored JFK.The artist tensed at the realization that he was even next to him."Um, helloooo? Are you, er, even there?".The jock started to get worried, they were just frozen still.

"I- uh, um, wh-what were you trying to tell me?"God, Vincent was really messing this up, he couldn't even properly speak.He did notice JFK's face shift in relief after he spook, he was a little surprised.

"Oh I was just, uh, asking if you were, er uh, skipping class as, uh, well."Of course, he said it so calmly, like if it was a normal and easy thing to do.Van Gogh, however, was horrified at the sentence.

He was skipping?!He never realized how late he stayed out, it was just supposed to be a lunch, nothing more.He would be in so much trouble with the school and his mother.

John picked up on the shorter one's dismay, maybe he wasn't intentionally playing hooky."Hey, uh, it's just one day, that principle doesn't even, uh, care".Now getting worried again about the other,he tried saying comforting words, those work right?

"I know it's just- it's just that, what would my mother think?!" In JFK's mind, that started to make sense.

"Ah, guess I haven't, uh, thought of that" Vincent sighed, rethinking what's going to happen.The more he thought of it, the more he soon registered that nothing bad could actually happen.

Noticing the boy's shoulders go down, he grinned a bit.He remembered this boy from his art class and two other periods.John never really talked to him but he thought he was pretty cute, especially when he was at peace just painting.

Vincent sat back down, looking at the time from his phone.He decided he was going to just jump into the crowd in transition for his next class. "Well, it's just science, it shouldn't be that bad" He gave JFK a small smile, to reassure the boy, he probably won't stick around knowing he's alright now.

"Heh, yeah! Man, fuck science, who, uh, needs it anyway?" John chuckled a bit, a little cheerful at the artist's change of mood.Van Gogh laughed along, he found the jock's sentence a little bit funny.

"So, uh, what's your name?"JFK had started to warm up to this boy, interested in who he was. "Oh, um, I'm Vincent, you know? Like Vincent Van Gogh? The painter?" Well now it made sense, he already knew he painted, but still it was new for him.

"Oh! Yeah I think, uh, remember someone like you! Nice to, uh, meet ya, Vince!" The painter was a little flattered that John even recalled him.

"I'm JFK! Pretty sure you, uh, knew, just in case though." The president had a hand scratching his head, feeling a tad bit stupid saying that.A tiny smile formed at Vincent's lips, feeling way better. "Ah, well lucky for you, I actually did know" At this point, John sat down with him.

He felt he scored a victory when he saw the smile, internally high fiving himself."That's, uh, pretty good".After those words came out, they both sat there in silence.Vincent was thinking of what to say, to make it less awkward, but he just couldn't think of anything.JFK was also stuck, he didn't want to say something stupid after all.The sounds of just the wind and cars was all that could be heard. It wasn't really uncomfortable, rather nice and pleasant.

Vincent opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing."Oh, um, I was just, um,going to head to class, nice talking to you", he said right as he was putting on his backpack.He glanced back at the tree, feeling a little bit sad to leave it, but he remembered that he would always have tomorrow.

"Oh, uh yeah! See you later!" John gave Vincent a little wave goodbye, he sent him one back.

Walking down, he felt satisfied with the interaction with the jock.