Art Class

[brightlyiburn]

((OOC stuff: I haven't done this in a long time, and I've never started one, but I'm gonna try anyway. I won't restrict play with a lot of rules and set storylines or anything.
The only requirement is that your character be an art student, teacher, or model.
And if that's lame, I apologize. First time is never the charm, after all.))

IC:

There was nothing quite like a night class to get one grumpy and unsettled. Especially a night class which required one to haul around a 24x36 pad of paper and various art supplies. Sabbath groaned as she set her pad down on an old, unsteady easel. She dropped her bag down on the floor next to her stool and began stripping out of her coat.

"Do you think it will be the same model tonight?" the girl at the easel next to her asked.

Sabbath glanced over at her and shrugged, smiling faintly. "Sure hope not. I've had enough middle aged men."

"Last week was horrible!" the girl exclaimed, shaking her head. "He had to be about fifty and he had nipple rings!"

Sabbath winced, remembering. It was bad enough spending four hours staring at an old man with a tiny penis. When he had nipple rings, it added to the discomfort. She knew that, technically, it would probably be more uncomfortable to draw someone attractive, but it would have been a nice change of pace.

She ran her fingers through her hair; bright red like fire and cut fairly short, feathering just above her shoulders. Sabbath wasn't very tall, only about five foot three. She was slender, blessed with long legs and curvy hips, but cursed with a B-cup. One that had earned her the nickname "Mini-Muffins" throughout first middle school, then high school.

As she waited for the teacher to arrive, she took a glance around. What a motley bunch we are, she thought, sighing. Like the guy with all the tattoos. And the girl sitting across from her, with all the facial peircings. The few "normal" students among the group all sat together, for the most part.

Tonight there was another class just next door, half-hidden by the "wall" erected to seperate the giant hall that served as art studios. And there was a ceramics class in progress further down. No doubt there were all kinds of classes, even at this hour. Sabbath herself had a nighttime language glass on Thursdays.

"Hey, hey, look!" the girl next to her hissed. "Check it out!"

She glanced up and swallowed hard. The young man who had just walked into the room, wearing only a robe, was exactly the change of pace she'd been hoping for...

 

[Marcus2]

~Ryan had light blue eyes. He had been asked to fill in for someone but he didn't mind, thought it was his first time. Though, posing infront of two women was quite erotic but when both there focus was on him. He wanted it.

Ryan was your average man but built very well. His muscles protruded when exposed and his dick was something to take a second glance at. Though at its limp sides, its about 7 inchs long so beware if you make him horny.

As he undressed, he wondered about the women, what would they look like, who would they be and if he knew them. Only one way to find out, he said to himself as he stepped into the robe and out of the room annd into the other room where he was greeted by the women~

Hello

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Dustin had been new to the school,having just come from god knows where.Even the school board didnt seem to know anything about the enigmatic young man yet let him join the school out of the fact they couldnt deny any students and that he potrayed the need to learn.

Dustin was not your average young man.He seemed to be quiet yet not shy.Dustin,no one knew about seemed to have no friends in the school and he strode with a sort of sad demeanor.With jet black hair,nice and in beautiful contrast with the darker hued clothes the man wore,his slight sullen smile and a grim look.Dark almost a deep shapire colored eyes seem to peirce into ones soul.

Sleek,with a sort of smaller frame Dustin was still incredibly strong,it was seen by feats of strength he had preformed within his first week of school and by the way many people had said when they saw him without a shirt.Muscles as hard as steel,cascading down his fit body Dustin was on the Martial Arts Team and Fencing for the school.Moving with grace,his strides perfectly balanced and measured,Dustin was quite a character.

Sitting in the back of the art class,his black backpack set down on the ground near his stool,he brought out the equipment the school had provided to him and he had waited for the model.The man stoicly used whatever there was as a model yet he refused to look at the old man,it was down right sickening yet he had to draw the man for the grade in class.Looking from over the top of the banister where he sat in the back of the class,he looked slightly at two girls sitting and slightly talking.He wished they would model for the class instead of some old geezer yet the silent student had no choice and waited for the next model.

 

[brightlyiburn]

"Now that is an approvement!"

Sabbath rolled her eyes at the girl sitting next to her. She slipped down off her stood and grabbed the apron she wore for class, pulling it on and tying in securely. Charcoals were messy, and that was what they weren't currently using.

She wondered who was going to be more disconcerted: the boys who had to draw this new model, or the model once he realized this wasn't an all female class. Truthfully, she thought it was amusing, but that was her opinion. Sabbath retrieved her charcoal sticks and pulled one out of the packaging, ignore the thick black powder that soon covered her fingers.

The girls at either side of her were chatting with one another, pleased, no doubt, at the change of model. She had to admit, it was much better than looking at some old guy for the whole class. Gotta feel sympathy for some of the guys here, though, Sabbath thought. She glanced behind her, at the quiet guy who always sat at the back of the class.

"You know, the teacher is going to tell you to move forward," she reminded him, smiling gently. "Same as she does every week."

Sabbath turned her attention back to her pad of paper, hushing up just as her teacher walked in. She began struggling with the heavy pad of paper. The thing had to be thirty pounds at the least, almost bigger than her, and she fought with it, trying to get it open and set it back on the easel...

 

[Kissing_fire2]

occ: mind if i join in ??


icc:
Karen was doodling figures in her sketchbook..she hadent been that impressed whit the modell last time..as she drew her hand trhoug her red hair and looked up, when the modell entred the room.. she just stared at the modell.. then turning her eyes back to her sketchbook and blushed.. she knew she shouldent stare at the modell..but then he was ..so good looking.She had also noticed that a few off the other students seems pleased.. whit the modell at least some off the other girls.

 

[Marcus2]

~he sat on one of the stools that sat in fron of the room. As he sat down, with the robe still on, the teacher walked in and greeted him. He shook her hand and was told what they would be drawing of him and thanking him for taking the other man's place. He was told to give them an introduction so, he did~

Hey guys and girls, my names Ryan. It ook over for Johnathon for today. Though after today I might want to take his place

~he grinned and sucked in some air as he was saying his joke. It was good to humor a bunch of people up and he was glad he could~

I've been told your going to, draw me in your favirote so, I don't mind what you draw but go for it. This is my first time so, try and deal with me

~he smiled and sat back down as the teacher started to give the instructions. A bunch of the girls were hot, but one caught his attention, the one that he could see easily. She was gorgeous and found her staring at him and he winked and smiled and then looked back at the class~

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Dustin was the kinda guy who didnt get ready for class right when the class started.Accutally from the lack a good model,Dustin decided that he wasnt even going to draw today.Now being a good student,he always did extra credit in a boatload so he could get above an A to get better scholarships,becuase he couldn't pay for himself without a family of his own.

Dustin currently was sitting in the back of class,slouched in his chair so he could not be seen by mostly people at the head of the class - such as the teacher- Currently a large paper back book sat in his lap,the book was thicker than Dustin 's well muscled arm.A good ways into the book-at least half way-Dustin read with out looking up at the model or the rest of the class.

As the girl a couple of rows infront of him looked back and called out to him,warning him against sitting in the back becuase the teacher always tells him to move foreward,he tilted his head up and only replied "Well,she hasn't yet" with a slight smirk crossing his lips as his head tilted back down,returning to his reading,using his callused right hand to flip the page.

only a couple times in the class,the enigmatic man looked up at the class to see how they responded to the new model,being a guy he naturally hated having a Male model and knew the rest of the guys in class would back him up on that.But mostly he watched how the different girls reacted,like an audiance detached and silent,he watched their reactions.Judging by the way they reacted,he could tell a lot by the character.Finally his eyes returning back to the page,Dustin continued reading.

 

[brightlyiburn]

The teacher had made it clear from the beginning that those who did not participate in class would not pass. She rolled her eyes at the guy's response, settled her pad on the easel once more, and turned fully around.

"The class ain't that big," Sabbath reminded him. "Besides, it's your time and money you're wasting."

She turned her attention back to the center of the class and the model. Oh, he was a talkative one...lovely. At least he wasn't like the old guys, who winked and grinned at the girls. Sabbath was not really in the mood to deal with much of anything, though. She sat on her stool impatiently as the teacher called roll.

"Dustin? Dustin, come get an easel and get your supplies ready." That was the teacher. Of course she noticed. Like all teachers, she noticed everything.

Sabbath glanced up. The only empty easel was the one next to her.

She listened to the teacher's instructions, then sighed. More of the usual stuff...poses ranging from 30 seconds to 20 minutes, with some perspective included. Sabbath despised perspective. She retrieved her stick of charcoal and stood, poised to begin drawing.

 

[Marcus2]

Ryan

~as he watched the students beginning to argue, he couldn't help but laugh. It was just like his classes before he graduated. He also notice the teacher give him a cue and he dropped the robe and his body glisstened from the sun shining through the windows and onto his body.

He was proud of his body, he went to the gym reguarly and it was a habit nowadays. Now that he stood infront of mostly 19 or 20 year olds. He was glad his cock was not stiffening yet~

 

[TheScarletBlade]

"Not my time and not my money,I havnt paid for a single class his semester,I like art but drawing naked guys is not something I enjoy at all.Perhaps if he had you as beautiful as you,I might be intrested in accutally trying to draw" Dustin replied as he continued to eat away at the pages of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables.

As the teacher called on him to move foreward,Dustin gave her a slight look and she almost looked as if she pleaded him to move foreward.She remembered the time Dustin had refused to move and had seemed to get most of the students in class to back him up,as mysterious as the man was he seemed to have an air of charasmia around him and the natural attraction of a leader.

Not really caring that much,Dustin set the book away and rose from where he sat,moving to set at the easel right next to the girl who was talking to him before.Taking out some charcoal,the coarse black material getting all over his hands and his pants,the man didnt care for the black bearly showed up on his darker hued clothes.

To look productive,Dustin smoothly drew a circle at the top end of the paper and then drew a line from stem to sturnum and finally two lines on the bottom of the line and the middle: A stick figure.Turning the charcoal in his hand over,the man lightly began to work on the value of the peice.Using shading styles,he made the stick figure look 3-D.Setting the charcoal back down in the pan,Dustin sighed and looked the girl next to him.She was beautiful Dustin thought and she seemed to be pretty good at art.

His deep shapire eyes scanning the paper up and down then looking back to his own paper,he only slightly chuckled and then leaned back in the chair,pulling the massive book out of his bag again and began to read again,silently and without faltering.

 

[brightlyiburn]

"You'll never be a good artist if you refuse to draw," Sabbath told him.

She didn't like slackers. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her easel and began to draw. Charcoal was messy and unweildy, but she made the best of it. Her lines were strong and bold, and the figure was convincing. She had, after all, been drawing most of her life.

Sabbath stayed focused on the model for the most part, but she glanced at the guy next to her a couple of times. Dustin, the teacher had called him. She wrinkled her nose as he sat down and began reading again. Leaning out from behind her easel, Sabbath spoke to the girl next to her, raising her voice enough so Dustin could hear.

"Too bad, isn't it?" she said. "There's such a lack of men in the world who are good artists. Most of them are gay."

The girl grinned and nodded. "True."

"And male artists are so sexy, too," Sabbath went on, her pale blue eyes twinkling in amusement.

She took a step back from her easel as the teacher called an end to this pose. Sabbath set down her charcoal, wiped her fingers on her apron, and turned to Dustin. She crouched, completely oblivious to the charcoal dust on the floor.

"You know," Sabbath said. "One might get the impression that you won't draw the model tonight because you're having a little...envy."

Her eyes sparkled with wicked mischief. She rose and turned back to her easel, retrieving her charcoal. Usually she was very quiet, but slackers annoyed her.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

"I do not refuse to draw,I refuse to take part in drawing men over and over,expecially ones such as the models we have had for the past who knows how long in this class." Shaking his head slightly as she just disregaurded him and went back to painting,he went back to reading,back into a different world far to the east of where they currently were.

In all respects to America,he didnt enjoy it.Europe is where everything happened.Nothing important happened in America accept for mybe the civil war,but who cared.He wasnt a slacker,he was just unmotivated and was not inspired by the current model to be whipped into a artistic frenzy.

His ears slightly twitching as he sort of unconciously precieved what the two girls next to him were talking about,just loud enough for him to hear,he had to agree on the girls first point:There were not good male artists.Dustin on the other hand considered himself an excellent artist,all his drawings in his large sketch pad in his backpack.Yet he knew he was the butt end of the girls amusement as they from his prespective tried to lure him into doing something.

"O yes M'lady,I am just so envious of the model.I find that he is just so blessed and that I scorn my lack of blessings.Just like I felt envious of the fifty year old fat man with the nipple rings? o yes I was so envious" Dustin said with a sort of mock admirating voice for the models.Shaking his head,Dustin went back to reading.Finally figuring his harassment from the woman would not stop,but instead of drawing on the paper provided,Dustin drew out his sketch book.

Resting it in his lap,the man silently went to work.Working slowly,sketching each line slowly on the paper slowly while looking up and looking at the girl to his side and then back down to the paper and working again,he kept the sketch book out of sight as he worked quickly,constantly looking from paper to the girl to his side.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Her laughter was soft and warm, rather pleasant in sound. She wasn't sure why, but there was something appealing about teasing him. Smiling to herself, Sabbath continued drawing. Her eyes were mostly on the model, as the teacher instructed, but her gaze was all business.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Sabbath said. "The teacher will eventually be bringing in female models. I'm sure you'll be happy to draw then."

She rolled her eyes. Guys could be so predictable. She'd heard the guys in this class complaining about not having female models. From what Sabbath understood, one of the male teachers used only female models. How boring was that?

Her eyes were intense as she focused. She was not, perhaps, the type of girl usually considered "hot", but there was something about her when she drew. Those big blue eyes were breath-taking to be sure. Sabbath used her free hand, the one not covered in charcoal, to push her hair from her face, and sighed.

The girl next to her nudged her gently. Startled, Sabbath looked over at her.

"Check it out," the girl said, indicating Dustin with a nod of her head.

Curious, Sabbath glanced over. Her eyebrows rose as she saw that he was drawing her.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Dustin's hand moved deftly across the paper,his movements measured and graceful across the paper.His charcoal moving across smoothly the paper,soon Dustin found himself quietly shading in and finishing off the drawing.The drawing was as fair as the model he used.It captured her intense look of concentration and her beautiful features perfectly.

As he finished,Dustin looked over the piece and signed his name,his Initials of DS on the bottom corner.Yanking the paper out from the sketch book,Dustin set it on Sabbath's easel infront of her and then slide his book away as he looked to the clock,the class was about to end soon.Drawing his book back out,opening the massive book Les Miserables was,he brought his strong leg up to cross it over his other leg to continue his reading.

Without looking up again to look at anything,Dustin had his fencing next and he was highly adept at that as well.He was the brightest blade in the class and had to use the fencing instructor as a partner for no one else would cross blades with him.

Setting the charcoal back on the easel,Dustin sighed.He didnt mind male actors but there were to many of them and after a while he found it kinda preverted that the female teacher enjoyed the company of male models but well that was expected,he was sure the art teacher got a lot of pleasure out of male models being in her class.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Sabbath glanced at Dustin when he set the drawing on her easel. She said nothing, but her cheeks turned bright red. She took the drawing and tucked it into her portfoilo, where it wouldn't get covered in charcoal.

As the hours passed, she became more and more tired. God, how she hated these long classes. Sabbath dropped down on her stool at last, with a heavy sigh. She dusted charcoal from her hands, to no avail. Gonna have to wash it off, she thought. Especially before she scratched her nose, which itched like crazy.

When Sabbath had washed her hands, she pulled her apron off and began packing up her things. She, fortunately, had no class next. Honestly, she didn't think she could manage another. She struggled with her paper, almost dropping it several times before she got it into her portfolio.

Sabbath dropped onto her stool again, catching her breath. She was beat. She'd leave soon, but for a few minutes at least, she needed to rest. From beneath her lashes she watched Dustin, curiously.

 

[Marcus2]

~as he went into the closet once more. He started to gather his things together. He pulled his loose pants on and loose shirt on. He looked like a punk school boy. He smiled, he had always enjoyed playing music and when he got the chance, it actually happened. The city he used to live in, he was very popular but now that he was here, it would be tough to get to know people now that he wasn't in any schools or anything.

He grabbed his backpack off the floor and swung it around his shoulder, he got his headphones and put them around his neck.

As he walked out, he couldn't help but notice the girl that had been staring at him the whole time. He went over to her~

Hey, what's going on?

~he smiled gently as he felt like tallking to her, spending some time getting to know people while there were a couple minutes to spare~

OOC: Not quite sure but I think we might need another girl, lol

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Smiling as she put the drawing away,Dustin continued to read as the class continued.The man continued to read at his book,eating away at the pages of the book and finally comming to a 3/4 way done with the book before it ended,though towards the end as the night drug on,he found it harder and harder to not watch as the girl who he still didnt know her name continued to work,to him she was beauty and grace personified.

As he put his book away,the fencing instructor entered the room and had a chat with the teacher,pulling Dustin from this class for his class.Dustin picked up his stuff and walked towards the head of the class,as he passed her,he whispered "My names Dustin,if your intrested M'lady" then continued on,looking back at her again and then walking out of the class,lead by the fencing instructor.

A few moments later,he was in class with the rest of the fencers in the advanced class.He had chosen to take Epee and Saber both up so he had to work on both styles.In his tight all white suit with a helt of plastic work over his face,he looked at the instruct as they began to gracefully move around,sword on sword ringing in unison with the rest of the groups.

Dustin couldnt stop thinking about the girl in art class,he wasnt focused and well his sword fighting was laxing.Battering aside his gaurd,the instruct went right in and peirced Dustin on the chest with the foil weighted to be that of a sabers.Dustin defeated saluted then the next round began.

Trying to concentrate more on fencing and less on the girl,he found he was concentrating more on the girl and the instructor used that against him and once again struck him on the chest.Sighing and saluting once more,he tried even more fiercly to concentrate but found it hard and soon his blade was locked,then battered away and he was tripped up,sent back to his rump.

The instructor pulling his mask off help Dustin to his feet and asked him what was wrong.From behind his helmet he only answered "Well I met this girl..." before he could continue the instructor stopped him with a sword clashing across Dustin's "Figured as much,well you know women" The instructor said as he went to strike Dustin again but was parried "they find an opening" As the instructor said that,he battered away Dustin's gaurd "and strike" and with his words,the instructor struck Dustin's left breast where his heart resided to reinerate his point."But you do not know her name? how funny well then,looks like class is over,hopefully next time you can focus better" and with an salute the instructor turned to leave.

Dustin taking a step back and saluting,he pulled his mask off and bowed royally to his instructor who excused him.Turning Dustin stripped off his uniform and checked the time,it was late but he would still be in time for the late session of martial arts,not that he could do any better,not with this girl who he didnt know her name on his mind.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Finally having caught her breath, she stood. Those summer-sky blues widened slightly as he spoke, and she glanced at him. Hoping he hadn't noticed the way her cheeks heated, she grabbed her bag and left the classroom.

Although Sabbath usually left directly after class, she hesitated tonight. For a moment she hovered in the door way, uncertain. Making up her mind, she found a directory of the school, then found the fencing rooms on it.

Sabbath found a spot in the back of the room, where it would be difficult to see her, and settled down to watch. After awhile she began to feel curious. He doesn't seem to be very good, she thought, frowning. She watched him speak to the instructor, but from where she sat she was unable to hear what they were saying.

After awhile Sabbath pulled a sketch pad from her bag. She waited awhile, until something in particular stuck in her head, than began to draw. It was quite an ability, to hold images in her head as if she'd burned them there, then re-produce them on the paper.

By the time the class was over, she had a very lovely picture of Dustin fencing with the instructor. Sabbath tucked her sketchpad under her arm and stood up, hoping to exit the class without being spotted.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Dustin felt bad as he left.Well he was lost in his own head,his feelings thrown into a blender and whipped up into a nice smoothy.He usually defeated the instructor and was glorified for that fact yet today he couldn't concentrate...all becuase of that girl he met in art.

He didnt know her name but burned in his memory,her visage...he could even remember what she was wearing and how she moved,how she looked and how she worked.He shook his head as he removed his fencing doublet and was without a shirt,his dark black shirt slung over his shoulder.The cool breeze felt good on his sweaty upper body,sweat drops slowly oozing down his hardened muscles,over the strong hills of his rock hard abs.

His head hanging,he walked with his shoulders slacking,he was lost and thought and it was all about this woman who seemed to seep right into his heart and every hour of class he kept close in his heart.As he crossed the room,the instructor nodded towards the people to....That girl! Turning he swiftly rushed off to catch up with her.

As she walked out into the soon deserted hall,he grabbed her around her wrist gently with his slightly sweaty hands.As she turned around to look at him,he sort of froze and looked at her dumbfoundedly,looking right at her he didnt know what he was going to say,he sorta just went blank and nothing came out as his mouth moved but a UHHHH.

Finally,summoning enough courage to speak,he meekly broke the silence "Uhh Hey,I didn't expect to see you around here? I didn't know you well umm watched fencing...if you were watching me well,then you probably think I suck but I was just off my game I couldnt well concentrate enough to well ummm strike the instructor I just..." the rambling on just went for a while as he felt his heart was going to explode and he was going to die from shame.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Distracted, Sabbath didn't notice him coming up behind her until he had grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Startled, she almost fell. She regain her composure and her feet, then looked up at him. He was sweaty and he didn't have his shirt on. Roses quickly bloomed in Sabbath's cheeks.

Her eyebrows rose as he spoke. She could tell from his expression that he probably felt as if his tongue had taken on a life of its own. Sabbath felt sympathetic...it was hard to talk to someone one didn't know. She smiled slightly, warmly, and held up her hand.

"I'm sure you're better than that," she said, her voice quiet. "I know...sometimes you just have off nights."

She pulled out her sketchpad and tore the page out of it. Sabbath handed the drawing to him, her demeanor a little shy. She tucked her sketchpad into her bag and turned to go, then paused for a moment and glanced back over her shoulder.

"My name is Sabbath, by the way," she said, smiling.

Turning again, she walked away. On the back of the paper she'd handed him was her phone number, which he'd discover when he took a look.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Before he could reply about him having an off night she had handed him a paper.He looked down at it and his demeanor softly changed and then he looked back up and met her eye to eye as she turned to walk away and he stood there,rooted to where he stood,wordless almost breathless.

Looking down at the paper she had given him,he slightly smile as he said the word sabbath,softly and sweetly as if it were sacrilige to speak it loudly,as if it was scared to him which indeed it was.Head tilted down to look at the paper,he saw how she had gotten a stand still of him having a blade lock with the instructor.Flipping it over he noticed her number.Folding the paper up,he decided to head off to martial arts.

He too also excelled in martial arts and had earned his black belt faster than any student to train under the sensai.crouched and in a defense stance,moving sluggishly as he tried to block the teachers onslaught of blows,he couldn't stop thinking about Sabbath.Finally being tripped and thrown to the ground,he sighed and the instructor had asked him what was wrong.

Before he could reply to the intructor,the instructor shook his head "Your dismissed,you don't need to tell me any excuses,I know that look.Go home,rest and come later" The instructor said and then just left,to help a couple of students with their forms.Blinking Dustin sighed and picked himself up off the floor,moving to the changing rooms and once again entering the empty halls,he walked with his head down,lost in thought.

He walked to the stairs and moved to the third level of the school,where he accutally lived in the attic.It was quiet and safe up there,no one knew much about the section and he was able to live in a seculded area.Comming into his room that was little more than his bed,a phone,a book case and a storage box.He lived here in the school since he had no other place to go,since he had no family or friends so he had to live where the school put him.

Pulling the phone closer to him,he pulled the folded peice of paper out of his pocket and dialed the number on the pad she had given him.Putting the reciever to his ear,he silently listened as the phone rang.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Sabbath wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to give him her number. It wasn't like her to do that. She was generally pretty shy around guys. And the girls in her class tended to whisper about Dustin. They all seemed to hope that he'd talk to them.

Home was, fortunately, a rather short drive. Sabbath dropped her bag at the door and dropped onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Her apartment was small but cozy, not really messy but definately lived in. She had homework, but really she wanted nothing to do with it.

For awhile she just lay on the couch, feeling like jelly. Sabbath closed her eyes, picturing Dustin in her mind. It wasn't often she found a guy attractive. Certainly not enough so to give him her phone number. She rolled onto her stomach and reached for the phone, which sat on the coffee table.

It rang as soon as she picked it up, startling her so that she almost dropped it. Rolling her eyes at herself, she hit the talk button on the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Most girls in school Dustin wasnt really intrested in.Either to "Slutty" or too well disrespectful and ill mannered he just never seemed to find many girls in his school attractive to him yet when he first met Sabbath,well she seemed mystifing to him and well quite literally perfect.

As he held the phone to his ear,after it had rung a couple of times he was worried she wasnt back yet and well he didnt know if she was home,he was about to hang up the phone when he heard a unsure "Hello" on the other side of the phone.

Freezing,Dustin tried to think of something to say,he had promised himself that he would not falter in his speech this time with her and this time he didn't,but he did sort of speak slightly meeker than usual "Hey,its me...Dustin,there was a phone number on the back of the drawing and well I thought I would try calling it" he felt like an idiot,of course she knew their was a phone number on the back of it.He waited silently for a reply.

 

[brightlyiburn]

Sabbath stifled a giggle. She had to admit, it was kind of cute. Dustin always seemed so sure of himself in class, it was interesting to see him so flustered. Although somehow she got the feeling it wasn't something that would last. Any guy who would so blatantly defy the teacher had to have quite a bit of confidence.

As he was speaking she stood up and grabbed her bag. Sabbath fished the sketch out of her bag and looked it over. So he was pretty talented after all. That was cool. She settled down on the floor, leaning up against the door, and cradled the phone between ear and shoulder.

"Hey, Dustin," Sabbath said quietly. "I know...I mean, I did write the number, after all. Um...so uh what's up?"

Smooth. Real smooth. Like steel wool. She sighed inwardly and rolled her eyes at herself. At least he wouldn't have to worry about being alone in the stammer department.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

She probably thought he was an idiot.He sort of beat himself up on the inside becuase he sounded like a complete and utter idiot.She was probably laughing at him from the other line and was probably just teasing with him some more.Mybe this was all just a joke? well he seemed to have just walked into a trap willingly.

Looking at the drawing from where he laid on his old and sort of run down bed,he looked at it and slightly smiled as he heard her reply on the other side of he phone "Well the sky,kinda.But what did you think of art class,I mean usual you accutally pay attention,weird becuase not many people do that,but your an excellent artist and well..." He sort of stopped,he was lacking of things to say.He felt even more of an idiot and mental lashed himself.

She sounded to him to be well under control,while she remained smooth,he was about as rough as sand.He studdered even more and well it was like when he was around her he just couldnt say what he wanted.He wanted to say a hundred different things and yet they came out unsure and well came out bad.