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Art p.2

Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x OC

Summary: Vincent and Art ditch the poet group and start a new friendship.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety (just a bit), toxic friendships

A/N: Aight, I decided it's worth a shot. I'd still love to know what y'all think tho ;)

aka Vincent regretting his life choices (he's so adorable though)

Why did he agree to this again? Poe wasn't even his friend. They never talked, they didn't have anything in common! Vincent replayed the whole thing in his head again. Ugh, he even said it so cheerfully, Poe won't even notice how uncomfortable he is! This is really hopeless.

Vincent's head was full of worry as he mindlessly followed Poe through the different dorms. Only when he stopped and Vincent bumped into his back did he notice where they were. He hasn't been here many times, but he recognized that they weren't that far away from the writers' dorm. Poe went ahead and knocked on one of the doors.

A guy in a hazel brown coat opened the door. He had green eyes and was smoking a pipe. Upon seeing who was behind the door, a smile formed on his face "Poe! Glad you could join! Come in, come in!" When the writer did, the guy looked at Vincnet, a flash of confusion ran through his eyes, before the smile reappeared "Ah, you must be Poe's friend! Don't be shy and join us!" and with that he dissapeared through the door. Vincent stood there for a second, looking into the small complex, contemplating just making a run for it. That guy seemed nice enough... How bad could this be?

And so he stepped inside.

Following the voices, Vincent entered what seemed to be a bedroom. A cozy looking place actually. With two beds on each side of the room and a window between them, a writing desk on each side of the door and between the bed and tanble on the right was another door. On the ground between the beds was a comfy looking carpet and a whole ton of pillows. There were four other people besides him, Poe and the guy who opened the door.

Occupying the bed on the left side of the room were two girls. Both of them brunettes with brown eyes, very feminine looking. They were half sitting, half laying with their heads propped on the wall, feet tangled. One of them had short hair and doll looking eyes, her skin smooth, the other had long hair, tied into a bun. They were both cuddled up together, seeming very lovey dovey.

On the ground, propped upon the pillows was a man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, with a black barrett on his head. Poe was sat next to him.

On the bed on the right side of the room was a person laying on their back, legs up on the wall. They had short, chestnut hair, baby blue eyes surrounded by freckles. The were wearing a white blouse and brown shorts, supported by black suspenders. The guy who opened the door was laying with his head propped upon the foot of the bed, his legs draped upon his friend's chest, much to their displeasure.

Poe noticed Vincent standing awkwardly in the door and called out to him "Oh, Vincent, there you are! Come in and sit wherever you want!"

Cautiously, Vincent sat on the edge of the carpit. Poe cleared his throat "Right. Uh, everyone, this is my pal Vincent. Vincent, these are the poets." and he pointed at the two girls "This is Sappho," he gestured to the one with short hair "and her girlfriend." Poe looked at Vincent to see if he's following. Then he poked the guy next to him "This is François Villon." and then he pointed over his shoulder "The guy who greeted us at the door is Paul Verlaine and that is Art Rimbaud."

"Wait, aren't you van Gogh? The one who made that cool painting of Gandhi on the wall that one time?" asked the long haired girl. Vincent sheepishly nodded.

"You're seriously van Gogh? The one that cut off his ear?" asked François, a little worried. "Of course he is, why else would he be wearing that bandage?" said Sappho.

Vincent looked to the ground. He didn't like being the centre of attention and he especially didn't like when people discussed his appearance.

"Shut up Sappho, that's not cool." Art said, an angry look on her face. Sappho smiled devilishly "Says the one who told us to go fuck ourselves." "That was a joke." Art tried to defend themself. "So was this." rebutted immediately Sappho. "Well, there are some things you shouldn't joke about." Art growled. "Well, that's relative..." said François in a lazy tone.

"Vincent's new here and we wouldn't want to scare him off now would we?" said Paul, successfuly calming the situation. "That's true. By the way, would you mind putting your stinky feet elsewhere?" said Art. Paul mockingly thought for a while and then lifted one leg and hovered the foot above Art's face. "Ew, gross!" they laughed and quickly bit his foot. Paul yelped and Vincent watched in secret amusement as he started to poke Art, who was apparently ticklish and soon errupted in a laughing fit.

As uncomfortable as he was, it wasn't as bad as Vincent thought.

You two should just get together already." Sappho rolled her eyes. "Uh, if you didn't notice, I like people with a dick in their pants." said Paul. François send a kiss Paul's way, but he only shook his head. "I'm literally your type!" exclaimed François in mock hurt. "Yeah, but you got more std's than the computer dudes have pokemons." laughed Paul and François shrugged "What can I say, gotta catch 'em all." "Well, if you keep on fucking homeless people then you'll achieve that." said Art. "What, are you jealous that you can't fuck anyone Art?" The person in question frowned again "You're saying it like it was my fault I wasn't born a dude." Poe, who had been silently following the conversation, suddenly interrupted "Relax Art, it was just a joke." Art only huffed in response, their gaze falling upon Vincent's form on the edge of the carpet, hands in fists, facing the ground.

Vincent finally understood why he was so uncomfortable. He could not believe how often these people could fight. It made him feel out of place and he prayed to whatever was above him that they wouldn't drag him into their arguments.

Feeling someone staring, Vincent peeked up and saw Art's eyes trained on him. When their eyes met, Art smiled a friendly smile.

"Hey, Vincent? Can I show you something?" Art asked sweetly. Feeling flustered, Vincent nodded. Art goz up from the bed, shoving Verlaine's legs out of the way and made their way over to the timid painter. Art waited for Vincent to get up, before they grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside.

When they were outside the dorm, Art turned to him and asked "How about we ditch those assholes?"

Somehow, they seemed different now that they were alone. Their voice sounded lighter, softer and their tone seemed more lighthearted too. It was such a pleasant change from the sharp words and razor tounges that Vincent found himself nodding.

"Let's go outside, how about that?" Art smiled again and he caught himself smiling shyly in response "Y-yeah, that sounds cool."

The weather outdside was pleasant, not too hot or too cold, just enough to lay on the ground and let the warmth seep into your skin. And that's exactly what Art did, patting the spot next to them so Vincent would join.

"You didn't really want to be there did you?" they looked up at Vincent who was sitting next to them. He shook his head and Art smiled "Yeah, I could tell." they paused for a minute "I bet Poe dragged you along so he wouldn't have to be alone with Villon on the ground. That guy can act like a serious creep."

Thinking that maybe he'd like to think about something else than that disaster, Art said "You know, I've seen your paintings in the school gallery. I really liked them." Vincent's eyes lit up "Re-really?" Art laughed "Of course! I love how colourful they all are. It really makes the beauty of nature stand out." Art looked up at van Gogh "I'd really like to know where you get those interesting colour palletes from..."

After a nice, long chat about art, Vincent suddenly blurted out "Are you really friends, since..." Vincent trailed off nervously. "Since we fight so much?" Art finished and the ginger beside them nodded. "I guess we aren't." they shrugged. "Why do you hang out then?" asked Vincent in disbelief.

"Because we would go insane if we were to be alone. So we hang out, because other poets understand the best how we feel and it creates this toxic enviroment..." Art sighed "If I had anyone else, I would gladly ditch them."

Then they looked at Vincent "Do you have any friends? I've never seen you talk to anyone at school..." they asked carefuly. Vincent shook his head "No, not.. Not really..." he admitted shyly.

"Would you like to change that?" Art asked and Vincent tilted his head in confusion. "Well, I'm lonely, you're lonely... How about we be lonely together?"

Vincent smiled a genuine smile at that offer. If other hangouts are gonna be like this, then don't mind if he agrees "I'd like that very much." he answered, his voice still shy and a bit raspy. Art giggled

"You're really cute you know that?"

Maybe Vincent didn't mind helping Poe out after all.