"Art doesn't just get created on its own." you explained with hand gestures as you reached into the small painted can filled with various types of paintbrushes. I would've thought you would've grabbed the biggest brush or maybe even the cleanest, but instead you got the smallest one that was covered completely in paint. I smiled, realizing that I was completely impressed with your choice. Casey had raised her hand, making me roll my eyes as you chuckled. My lips parted for I didn't mean for you to see that. You then said, "You're question Casey?" She cleared her throat as she puckered up her lips more and said, "We'll how is art created then Mr. Malik?" You can hear her nasal voice trying to sound as seductive as possible and though people get annoyed I got to give her credit she did sound pretty seductive. You cleared your throat, making me look back at you as you stared into my eyes. You opened your mouth and said, "You to need to imagine it first, and then show it off."


6. zayn

It was Friday and class had finished two hours ago. It ended with us exchanging numbers in the end, so then I could text you the address to my penthouse.

I spent the past hour cleaning this dump of a place up and creating space for us to work. I had a small studio in the penthouse, but that was closed off. I kept many secrets in that room, which I don't want anyone to see.

I threw away some of last weeks Chinese takeout boxes as I heard my doorbell ring. I straightened my posture and loosened my tie up a bit as I unbuttoned the first two buttons. I hate wearing these shirts.

I walk up to my front door and see you standing there in the same outfit you wore earlier today. I felt myself at a loss for words. You looked beautiful as always. Your hair was in its natural waves, just the way I liked it.

You cleared your throat, making me lose my trains of thoughts as you said, "Can I come in? I'd like to finish this quickly 'cause I'd like to go home and start my horror movie marathon."

I felt cheeks flush out of embarrassment and widen the door as you stepped inside.

"Nice place." You commented as I nodded while shutting the door.

I pushed the sleeves of my shirt up a bit higher and said, "Follow me to the living room. Would you like anything to drink?"

"Um you got any Pepsi?" you asked as I nodded my headed and went off to grab one.

I can't believe you're in my home, ready to strip naked for two of my portraits.

"So how is this going to work exactly?" you asked as I took a sip of my soda. We were sitting on my couch with you laid on the lovers seat.

I cleared my throat and said, "Well pretty much you'll be sitting on that chair over there."

"Completely naked?" you asked with a bit of sadness in your voice. I almost felt bad for making you do this, but I have no choice the committee needs something to sell, and I have nothing else left.

I nod my head and say, "If you'd like you can change in here while I go get my art supplies from the other room. Don't worry my curtains are closed."

You nod your head as we both stand up from our seats. I walk to my small studio, and grab some utensils while I wait for you to change.

"I'm ready." I heard you shout as I walked out of the studio with a box full of paints and brushes. I gulp as I walk into my living room to see you completely bare.

The only thing I couldn't see we're you're genitals because you had you're arms wrapped around your knees. Thus, giving me the idea that will help the both of us out.

"Hey, how about for this portrait you just pose like that? I can even take a snapshot of you and just use it to finish this up." I saw your eyes light up, knowing you'd love the idea.

I felt both happy for bringing a smile to your face, but also quite disappointed for we won't spend as much time needed for this first portrait.

"Okay here you can take a picture with this, I guess." you say as you hand me my camera. You stayed in the same position as I turned my camera on and took a picture of you.

"Done." I say as you nod your head. I soon look away to let you change back into your clothes.

"You're not so bad, Malik." I hear you say before you finish up and walk out.

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