A/N: when I started writing this one it was supposed to end within less than 500 words and was supposed to be only about lips (You’ll get what I’m talking about), but then I got another idea, and another one, and maybe like 5 other ideas as well. I really hope you’ll enjoy it because It took me over 5 hours to write and it’s 1am right now. I’ll read it over for mistakes tomorrow so bear with me please.
(Arts and creations. Painting and photograph skills)
“ I was swimming in the purple clouds while the sun was setting.”
History class is always boring. I was scribbling some random doddles on the side of my note book. The lessons seemed to go on for hours. Miss Rosewoods talking about the American Revolution and founding fathers, a topic I knew better than anything from historical events. She kept talking and talking. Her voice calm and pretty quiet for a teacher, whenever she was talking it seemed like she was telling you a bed time story. Trying to get you to sleep. The grey dull sky outside wasn’t lighting up the situation either. I let out a yawn screeching my arms slightly. I turned my head to the side to look out of the window, just to see my crush, Ethan, sound asleep in his spot. He looked adorable and calm. His face looked as beautiful as ever. We sat at the very back of the class so I wasn’t scared that someone would see me looking at him. I let my gaze fall across his face, taking the moment I had to observe him this close. I’ve had a crush on this guy for almost 3 years and I still examine every detail of his face. “Now please write down the following years!” The teachers’ voice snapped me out of my daydream. “1775; 1776; 1777; ...” and she went on about it. I took notes for the next 5 minutes or so and then turned back to looking at Ethan. For some unexplained reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of his lips. They looked soft and kissable. Suddenly I turned my head back to my desk and put my pen away in my pencil case. I searched for my 9B pencil and took my small sketch book out of my bag. I turned my body slightly to the side. I looked at Ethan once again concentrating on his lips. I started drawing the contour of his lips just to take my eraser and erase it. I then looked at him once again and slowly traced the shape of his upper lip on the paper. It wasn’t easy to draw it as I wanted it. I tried again… and again… and again until it looked as close to being true as I could get it to. I took another glimpse of Ethan and started to draw the bottom lip, slowly dragging the pencil over the paper. I kept drawing his lips in my sketch book, adding texture and shadow. I wanted lean closer but I couldn’t. I kept catching glimpses, trying to shape Ethans lips as good as I could. I was so into the process that I couldn’t hear anything around me. The only sounds reaching my ears were the pencil scratching against the paper and Ethans’ soft snores.
“Ah-hem.” I heard Miss Rosewoods say standing next to me. I lifted my head up from my sketch book to look at her. “This is history class, not arts class.” She said her hands on her sides. “I know. My concentration works better when I’m drawing.” I defended myself hoping that she won’t ask me to prove it. “Really?” oh no. “In that case, who was the 1st treasury secretary of the united states?” she asked her voice clearly mocking me. “Hamilton.” I say simply. She looked slightly taken back. “Also, before he became the treasury secretary, he was a part of Hearts of Oak and studied military tactics. He fought in the revolutionary war. I heard everything you said Miss Rosewoods.” I said finishing my sentence with a smirk. “Alright.” She said defeated, turning to the side. “And Ethan is sleeping again.” She said more to herself. “Okay, back to the lesson!” She announced loudly and walked back to the front of the class. I checked the time, 15 more minutes till the lesson ends. Ugh. I turned my head to the side again glancing at Ethan who was still sleeping. I looked back at my drawing adding some more curves to his lips, making some lines darker and blending some other parts. Sooner than I thought the bell rang. Everyone started standing up and leaving the class. I gathered my book and notes and put them in my bag, my sketch book still opened on the table. I was putting my pencils back in the case when I noticed someone standing next to my table. I looked up to see Ethan, with the left side of his face a bit red from sleeping. He was looking at my drawing. “That’s awesome, Y/n. You have some mad skills.” He commented, making my cheeks flush rose pink. “Uh, thank you.” Those are your lips, by the way. Good to know that you like the drawing. I’ll go jump off of a cliff now, okay? Great, bye. “I actually wanted to ask you for help…” He started trailing off. I took my sketch book and put it in my bag closed. I pulled the zipper shut and stood up from my seat. “Wanted to ask what?” I felt my heartbeat quickening as I questioned. “We have math next right?” he asked letting me walk in front of him. I nodded while walking out of the class. We had the same schedule, so we were together in all of our classes. “I wanted to ask for a favor.” He kept talking as we walked through the hallway to our next class. “And that would be..?” I asked intrigued. “It’s for art class.” He started seemingly nervous. “Remember we had to pick out these pieces of paper that Mr. Kolinsky had prepared?” he asked. “Yeah, we had to pick the team of our next art work.” I remembered, mentally making a note to start working on it soon. “Yeah, those. I was wondering… uh… would you mind posing for my work?” he asked and I swear to god the whole world stopped, the sun wasn’t burning, the water on Uranus disappeared, the squirrel in Ice age movies suddenly got lucky, Snoop dog wasn’t high and the lost city of Atlantis wasn’t under the ocean, but up in the skies somewhere between clouds. Most importantly, my heart seemed to stop for a moment and forget about the butterfly feeling, the goddamn zoo was having a party in my stomach. “It’s just- I just have to draw a surreal work with a female as the main creation of the work and the other girls in our class are mean and I couldn’t really think of anyone else to ask, because drawing my sister would be weird for the idea and I- I. I mean if you don’t want to it’s completely fine. I’ll try to find someone else.” He rambled clearly nervous scratching the back of his neck. The air surrounding us was filled with tension, as I couldn’t manage to get out a word. On the inside I was screaming and jumping out of joy. I was swimming in purple clouds while the sun was setting. “So… uh…” he spells out. I snap out of my daydream quickly forcing my vocal cord to start working. “Yeah, sure. I’m down.” I speak. “Great.” He voices letting out a breath. We restart our walk to the math class. “So do you already have an idea for the work?” I question still feeling the hurricane of emotions. “Yeah. I just hope you’ll be okay with it.” Ethan let out a chuckle. “You might not know this about me, but I’m down for a lot of crazy things so I think it’ll be fine.” I informed him smiling proudly to myself, he turned his head to me and I could see his beautiful lips form a smile. While making our way down the crowded hallways we agreed to meet up on Saturday for his project. He also gave me his phone number so I could send in some suggestions on what I could wear, since his idea was specific. He resisted on informing me about the details, only explaining that we’ll be in the forest outside of the city. He was going to take photos of me that he would use as references for his finished project. Honestly I couldn’t believe I’ll be spending a whole day with just my crush.
That Sunday morning I woke up before my alarm even went off. A huge smile across face, as the sunlight was making its way through my window. I got out of my bed opening my laptop and turning it on. While it was loading I made my bed. I opened up Spotify and clicked play on my favorite playlist that I had made for myself. I took a pair of white underwear with me and walked in the bathroom. Turning the shower on I took off my pajamas and stepped under the warm running water. I let it run down my skin as I washed my hair. I rubbed the sopped up body spam slide across my slightly tanned skin leaving a trail of bubbles. I rinsed my hair and washed off the soap. Stepping out of the warmth my skin was introduced with the cold air of the bathroom as I wrapped myself in my towel. I walked back to my room humming to the song that was playing. I took my phone and checked for messages. Ethan had sent me a text. ‘I’ll pick you up at 11. Is that okay?’ it read. It was 9am so I had plenty of time to get ready keeping in mind that I never take long. ’11 it is.’ I sent back the corners of my lips pulling on a smile. I dried my hair, leaving it naturally straight as Ethan had asked. Packing spare clothing in my backpack, I danced around the room. Skipping down the stairs and in to the kitchen where mom was serving chocolate pancakes. “Someone is in a good mood this morning.” She said her face shining, reflecting my happiness like a mirror. “I’m helping out Ethan with his art project today. I already told you about it.” I reminded taking a bite. “Ethan, as in a guy named Ethan?” Dad looked up from his plate. “Yes.” I stated and he just looked in my eyes. Seeing my uplifting mood, he just shrugged and went back to eating his breakfast. After I finished my plate, I placed it in the dishwasher. Walking over to my mother I placed my hands on her shoulders. “You’ll have to help me with my dress.” I warned placing a kiss on her cheek and running back to my room. I put on a light make up, just like every day. I only used my foundation, brow pencil, eyeliner and mascara. Ethan asked to keep it simple, so I did. Mom came in my room after knocking. She helped with my blue flowy dress. It was really light shade of blue; in some lights it seemed even white. Mom tied the strings on the back as I smoothed the fabric with my hands. “You need to bring out your lips. Just a little.” She commented after looking at me for a moment. She walked in the bathroom and looked through my lipsticks taking one that was a pastel rose color. She came back in the room and gave it to me. I applied the lipstick completing the look. “Thanks mom.” I smiled at her and heard my phones notification signal going off. ‘I’m here.’ Ethans’ text read.
As we were driving to the spot he had in mind there was music playing in his car. Comfortable silence surrounding us. “I really like that dress.” He complimented taking a quick glance of me. “You were the one to choose it.” I reminded. “I know,” he chuckled,” but it really suits you.” I blushed slightly, smiling. When we finally arrived in the forest I looked around the area, it was really beautiful and quiet. No sound of cars driving by, only birds singing and somewhere further away, water bubbling. “How did you find this place?” I wondered looking around the trees. “Oh, this is not it. We’ll have to walk for like 5 minutes tops to be there.” He explained locking his car “Let’s go?” I nodded in response and followed his steps. “I kind of have the whole thing already planned out, but if you brainstorm some ideas just shoot it, we can make it all work.” Ethan announced keeping his eyes forwards. ”Alright.” I said holding the skirt up a little to not rip the dress. It took us less than 5 minutes to walk out of a forest to small clearing. The view in front of us was breath taking. Surreal even. There was an edge of a cliff in front of us a big rock placed close to it. Over the edge, you could see a water fall that came out of a hill falling down the height and hugging the rocks at the bottom, on the other side of the ally where the water went, the forest continued. I left my backpack by the trees walking closer to the clifs. “I hope you’re not scared of heights.” His voice echoed against the cliffs. “No.” I breathed still mesmerized by the view I was seeing. “Good. Cause I want you to sit on that rock.” He informed pointing at it. I walked over to it looking down. It was more than words could describe. “ How do you want me to sit?” I asked letting my eyes wonder around. “Just like this.” He said making me sit down with one leg resting on the rock bended in the knee and the other one straightened out touching the ground. The lifted leg peeking through the cut of the dress. “Now turn your body slightly, just like that.” He guided my body with his hands, turning my shoulder slightly more to the edge. He took one of my arms and placed it in my lap. Then he took my left arm and bended it, placing my fingers on my shoulder touching the edge of the dress. “Can you pull it ever so slightly so it looks like it’s being pulled but it’s not?” he asked and somehow I understood what he meant. His face was so lose to mine, I could examine his lips better than ever. “Good.” He whispered smiling. “Now turn your head to the right.” He demanded nicely. I did as he asked but apparently he meant it a bit differently. He placed his rough fingers on my chin and pushed it slightly more to the right, so my face would be facing straight to his camera that was placed on a tripod. “Perfect.” Ethan mumbled. “Now just keep a resting facial expression.” He added walking to his camera. He took a few photos and checked them. After that he made me change the pose, making me sit with both of my legs resting on the rock, uncovered from the lightly colored fabric. “Take off your shoes though.” He mentioned and I took them off throwing them to the side. My upper body was now facing the same way my legs were and my face was turned to the sky. Later we walked into the forest; there was a hidden field of wild violets. Obviously, Ethan made me lie in them. I was laying on my back, he fixed my hair and stood above me. Taking pictures only with my upper body being in frame. We talked through the photoshoot, making small talk here and there. When the day had half passed and we were already comfortable with each other’s company we talked about anything that came up in our minds, sharing secrets other didn’t even know and laughing about each other’s unfortunate stupid mistakes.
As the sun was slowly starting to set we had made our way to another side of the forest, next to a river that not too far away from us connected with a lake. “I have an idea.” I said taking my backpack off of my shoulders and checking it. “What are you searching for?” he asked confused. I checked if I had taken my spare clothing. I had a sweater and a pair of leggings with me. “We can take some photos of me in the water.” I suggested looking at the river. “Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to get sick because of my art project.” He hesitated scanning the river and then me with his eyes. “Beauty is pain. I’ll deal with it.” I reassured smiling and walking to the river leaving my shoes by my bag. “It shouldn’t be.” I heard him disagree. I stepped in the surprisingly warm water and walked in until it was reaching the middle of my hip. I turned to the side already knowing how to pose. Ethan took the pictures as I kept moving slowly and posing. “Do you mind if I take the dress off?” I asked, I mean as he earlier implied, today was more of a photoshoot for me, meaning that most of the photos will be sent to me and one kept to him as a reference. “I mean it’s the same as a swim suit anyways.” I tried to insure that it would be normal in my opinion. “Sure. As long as you’re not getting naked, I’m fine with it.” He said checking the previous photos. I walked out of the water and took my dress off. “I’m pretty sure you won’t mind me being naked.” I joked walking back in the water, now deeper. It was reaching my abdomen. “You’re right, I wouldn’t, but taking pictures of that could get me in trouble, he kept the joke going. I let out a lough and stared posing again, now my body only covered in a white lace bra and underwear. I played with the water splashing it around. Ethan kept capturing the moments, with a smile on his face. Since the sunset was starting to play with the sky and the lake mirrored it we made our way there. I walked back in the water now in the lake and started posing again; Ethan took off his shoes and rolled up his jeans. He walked in the water to take some more pictures. After a while understanding that the sun is almost gone I let my knees bend and went under water. “Jeez. You scared me.” Ethan shouted as I came back up. “That was the point sleepy boy.” I laughed as I swam towards him and stood up.
That night before he drove me home we went to a pizza place to eat. It was the best day ever. On Monday, after the lessons he gave me a CD. “Here are the photos. I hope you like them, I barely edited anything. There’s a lot of good stuff.” He informed handing it to me. “Thanks.” I smiled. It was safe to say that we became closer after that.
“Okay, so a month ago you all had to pick a mystery team for your art project. Finally all of you gave the works in before the last due date.” The teacher stated. “Thank you all for that. Some of the works are incredible, and I would like to applaud to Ethan specially this time. His work is truly amazing.” Mr. Kolinsky said and everyone applauded. No one had seen our works yet. We had to give them in before showing to anyone because the school was making a special event for it. Our works would be displayed in the local museum tonight. “Remember to come to the museum tonight to see your own works and appreciate the other works as well.
“What was your project about again?” I questioned Ethan as we were standing in the crowd of more than 20 students of our class and school that were involved in the project. “You’ll see. What was yours about?” he questioned back. “I had a “view of my dreams” to paint.” I smiled remembering my painting. “Oh, interesting.” He smiled back at me. We stood quietly as our teacher and principal did their talk telling everyone who had come to see how proud they were of us. “Well without any further hesitation, we welcome you to enjoy our student greatest works.” The principal smiled and people applauded.
I walked with Ethan by my side through the display hall. Seeing our classmate works, inspecting them and reading the titles and short explanations on what was the team of their projects. As I was lingering on a work by one of the girls I knew, Ethan had made his way to the next work. “Ou. A work by Y/n y/l/n. “Only galaxies on my mind.”. The team of my project was to paint a view of my dreams. Here it is. My dream would be to hide in the hills with someone special, finding a waterfall and experiencing the millions of starts burning and lighting up the beautiful night sky.” He read out loud. I turned to him cringing ever so slightly. “Breathtaking.” He commented exploring the work with his eyes. “I could’ve done better.” I stood next to him criticizing. “Well, then next time this museum will be filled with only your paintings.” He added. “I want to see your work.” I whined changing the topic. I walked past him, taking his hand and dragging him through the hall. “What was the team?” I questioned as he made me stop. “It’s not important. Wait.” He said turning me so my back would be to him. He covered my eyes with his hands and guided me through the hall. “People are watching and thinking that we’re weird.” He giggled still holding his hands in front of my face. I laughed with him as we came to a stop. He uncovered my eyes. As I saw the painting my breath was taken away and left on the moon. He had painted the first picture he took. I had seen it before. Only the painting had some additional parts. Ethan had painted huge angel wings to my back and the light sunny sky from that day was replaced by a beautiful night sky with the moon shining. It looked so real, like a high quality picture, but my eyes took notice of the perplexed brush strokes and texture of the paint left on the canvas. My eyes slid over the painting multiple times before finally going to the annotation. “The angel that rules over heart.” Was the name of the painting. ”Created by Ethan Grant Dolan. The team of my project was to paint someone who I adore as a surreal creature, so I simply painted the girl I think is the most beautiful one in the world.” I read the short annotation loudly, just like Ethan read mine. Only after reading it I realized what it meant. “I had to paint someone I adore as a surreal being.” He let the words slip out of his mouth freely as if he wasn’t in control of his lips anymore. I swear my heart had ripped through my skin and traveled to pluton and back by now. I turned to face Ethan. “Also, I wasn’t asleep in that history class. I pretended I was. I know that, that drawing I saw on your desk that day… those were my lips, right?” he asked looking in my eyes as I was already drowning in his hazel ones. “Yes.” I managed to get out. “You seemed to be struggling with that drawing.” He said taking a step closer. “Maybe I need to feel them, to draw them better.” The sudden confidence growing in my veins as my blood was racing. “There’s nothing holding you back.” he smirked taking another step closer to me, our faces incredibly close. I leaned in and as he mirrored my actions, our his soft plump lips touched mine and I swear I was swimming in the purple clouds while the sun was setting.
