CrankGameplays One Shots

•seventeen•

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share, but what did you do with my heart?

You set to your easel, placed a white canvas upon it, and slowly took out your paints and other supplies. Today is the day. I'm finally gonna paint it perfectly.

You sat on the street near the Mississippi River in New Orleans, Lousiana. You had visited New Orleans for vacation a few times and fell in love with it, so you decided to stay. Painting was a side to your normal job at a Café. You loved painting even though you felt as if you would never be that great at it.

You had barely placed your first stroke of colour on the canvas when someone interrupts you.

"You came here to paint too?" A voice to the side says. You look and see a young man with blue hair. He carried a bag full of paint supplies and a canvas and easel.

You nodded and went back to painting.

"Awesome! Are you from here?"

"No, but I live here now because I wanted to study art."

"Same. I came here to study and to paint. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Ethan."

"Have you painted the Mississippi River before?" You asked.

"No, I haven't. I always walk here and think about painting it, but have never had the chance."

"I've actually painted it twice before but wasn't happy with the turnout. I sold those at least, but I wanted to come back and do it perfectly."

"Fair enough." Ethan by this time had set up his stuff and had started to paint.

It was a fairly peaceful day, there weren't too many people walking along the street. The breeze wasn't extreme. You took your time and painted slowly and carefully, making sure this was your best and final painting of the river. You barely took notice to Ethan beside you. Every couple of minutes you did see that he glanced over at you, but this didn't bother you.

"Your painting looks really nice," he said.

"Thank you," you said, admiring your work that was almost done. You couldn't see his painting from the angle his easel was at so you awkwardly didn't compliment him back.

When you were finished you started packing up your supplies and then stood and admired your painting. It was as perfect as you had hoped it would be.

"Before you go," Ethan started, "can I have your opinion on my painting?"

You stepped to the side and looked over his shoulder at the painting.

In the picture was a girl with a brush, painting her own masterpiece. The girl was you.

"You drew... me?" You asked, flattered.

"I didn't want to just paint the river like you were doing so I switched it up a bit. You really added to the view."

You could feel your cheeks getting warm and knew you were blushing.

"Thanks. I'd like to buy that painting... if you're willing to sell it," you said.

"No need to pay. I was planning on just giving it to you for free," he handed over the canvas and packed up his stuff.

"My number is on the back if you ever want to paint together again," he smiled and walked away.

A few weeks later you weren't just painting together, but also went on a date to get coffee and beignets.

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Y'all I love New Orleans.

I visited there (and took the picture you see at the top which is of the river) it's so amazing

I cry just thinking about it and I just HAD to write a story about it cuz it's quite romantic there too :')

~Kat