The Beautiful People

for chibibble, who is beautiful and one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for… Happy birthday‼

I wanted to have an inappropriate relationship with my impossibly beautiful professor. But he was gay, so there went my dreams of romantic dinners and nights spent cuddling on our sofa in front of our rustic fireplace in our mountain lodge...

Looking down at my paper, I saw I had drawn a small fireplace with a couch. You could see the back of the couch and the backs of two people, the person with the longer hair resting on the other’s shoulder. It was a pencil sketch, shades of grey on the off-white paper. The faint blue lines cut through the picture. On an impulse, I took out my red pen and colored the man’s hair with the bright ink.

I frowned slightly; nothing could really ever compare to him. He was… beautiful. Angelic. And he was standing in front of me, looking at me expectantly.

Ha… ha… damn.

“Your assignment, Miss Key?” He seemed prepared to stand there until I produced something to turn in. Frantically, I rummaged through my textbook, then my bag. Everything I had ever lost I found but not that piece of paper that seemed to be in such high demand. He leaned forward and I froze, my hands still in my bag and my head down. He picked up the paper that was lying on my desk.

“Could this be it?” God, I love his voice was the only thing my mind thought before I actually understood what is lovely voice had said.

“Oh.” I peered at it. Yes, yes, it certainly looked like it was. I grinned hopefully. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as I did. Dearie me.

He walked back to his desk and set the stack of papers on his cluttered desk. Then with an elegant wave of his hand, he dismissed the class.

And that was when, as cliché as it was, I realized that my assignment was the piece of paper I had drawn my sketch on.

Oh, fuck. Maybe he wouldn’t notice…

chibibble. You're freakin' amazing. And I'm so glad I know you. So happy birthday. For you, I will write a multichapter story. And I will write. When I write, however, is an entirely different story.

I know the story is confusing, but it'll be explained later. Hopefully. Oh, and the chapters do get longer.

I'm going to write this story for myself, because it's consuming me. But I need to know if this will just be another story, by another writer, lost in the throng of other stories by aspiring writers. Maybe this story isn't good enough to stand out, but I want to know if it has a chance. So tell me what you think. I'm open to anything.

ftg.