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alex being an art kid.

he's his art teacher's favorite student. his assignments are hung on the classroom's walls and bragged about to any student who asks about them. his notebooks are filled with doodles and colored pencils. the ends of his fingers are constantly stained with charcoal.

there's an art museum near alex's school that's planning an exhibit to show off local talent, and alex's teacher signs him up before he can say no. he at least gets to pick which pieces go in: a watercolor painting of a sunflower field in their town, an intricate drawing of his parents when he had forced them to pose for him a while ago, and a sculpture he made of a certain person from his past.

he hadn't expected anyone to come to the exhibition (well, other than his parents and eric at least). when he walked towards his own pieces, he spotted a familiar mop of blond hair. john.

"this me?" john asked, pointing straight at the sculpture.

alex's face flushed bright red. it was. no matter how long ago their friendship had broken apart, they had never grown hostile towards one another, but alex worried john would hate him after this. to be fair, it was alex's feelings that pushed john away. why wouldn't he be disgusted now?

"it looks beautiful." john turned to face alex and laughed. "not just because it's me."

all worries faded when alex saw the grin on john's face. throughout the day, the two would cling to one another, observing other art and sometimes making fun of it. eric joins them around lunchtime, and the three leave together. something about alex's past and present combining is overwhelming, but he loves it.