I looked at my canvas, blankly. In thought. I knew what I wanted to draw, but how would I draw it? I stared down my canvas as if it were my enemy. Everyone around me was already drawing out their ideas, but me, no, I was staring at it like an idiot. Jared looked at me from time to time for the past three or so minutes. I could feel it. I ignored him. Continuing my stare at my new enemy. Thoughts filled my mind. A mess of ideas. The clutter was giving me a headache. I shut my eyes, trying to focus on something else just to make my head stop hurting but the annoying pain didn't go away.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jared asked. The concern showed through his tone. I opened my eyes and looked over at him.

"Yes, just a slight headache." I replied hoping the concern in his face would go away, it didn't.

"Want me to bring you to the nurse?" He asked me. His tone continuing to show worry.

"No, even if I did want to go, I don't need a babysitter." I said in an annoyed tone and looked away. Bitch move. Why the hell did I say that. I thought to myself. I moved my eyes over to him, not moving my head. He stared at me, it looked like he was hurt. He looked down at his hands then looked away. Apologize! My mind screamed at me.

"I-I'm sorry. My attitude is terrible sometimes. It's just my headache getting to me. Please don't take it personal." I said staring at my blank canvas.

"It's uh, it's fine." He said in a whisper. I didn't know what else to say so I started drawing on my canvas. I decided to draw Uta wearing a flower crown and flower petals falling around him with his name written in cursive under his portrait. I thought it would look cute, I guess. The drawing didn't take too long to do. I stared at my finished outline and started talking to myself in my head about what colors I wanted to use first. I thought painting his skin color was the best first step so I started.

In a few moments I was finished with his skin tone so I looked over to Max, he was starting to paint his dragon. Simple light blue and grey colors as of right now. I looked over at Jared's canvas. It was hard to focus on but once my eyes focused it felt like my jaw wanted to drop. The out line of what he wanted to paint was of me. Everything showed great detail, even down to every freckle. It was like looking into a mirror.

"It's so.. Detailed" I claimed in a whisper and Jared heard me.

"It's a talent I guess. I got my drawing talent from my mother and my memory from my father." He said. His face was growing red.

"Why draw me of all things?" I asked confused but curious.

"I drew you because I thought it would be cool for you to get to know other things about me. I'm not just some jock that knows only how to play football." He said starting at the drawing. "I'm proud of how it turned out. Hopefully it looks better after its painted. I haven't really practiced painting in a long time."

"I-I don't know what to say." I said absolutely speechless.

"That's fine. Just thank me after its finished." He smiled at me then started paining his art. Why me? Why me of all people? I questioned in my head.