Gorgeous Art

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Raine is a typical girl. She doesn't think she's good-looking, helps out everyone in need, and loves her best friend.
Art is her best friend. He's everyone's hero. Nice, beautiful, and overall amazing, he's every girl's dream come true.
What will happen when the amazing Art takes the "not so special" Raine on a dinner?

Submitted: January 07, 2012

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Submitted: January 07, 2012

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Yes. It was official. There was nothing remotely alluring about me. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection. I had no great features. Other people were blessed with bright blue eyes that were the color of the ocean. Some with eyes as green as emeralds. Others were a stormy grey. Not mines. My eyes were brown. Not even deep pools of brown but just a dull brown that didn’t even look brown most of the time. I shifted my focus to my nose. It was short and had little bumps. My lips were uneven. While my top lip was full, my bottom one was almost hidden by my much bigger upper lip. My cheeks were chubby looking. My hair was not much better either. Even though I had spent half an hour trying to tame the mess, it looked just that, a dark brown mess on top of my head. A mop if you will. It refused to stay straight, and loved to frizz up every chance it got. No amount of hair products could make it look good. My forehead had little red freckles sprouted all over it. Then my prosaic eyes finally landed on my eyebrows. They were the only thing I liked about my face, but only because I had them done every chance I got. I was nothing special. I would not say I was ugly, but there was nothing about me that could be called pretty either. No wonder guys weren’t interested in me; I wasn’t a treat to the eyes. No wonder he wasn’t interested in me.

 

As I made my way to my locker, I looked around for him. Where was he? My eyes traveled through the group of Hispanics chattering in Spanish at the speed of light, to the cheerleaders who seemed to be discussing something very important, to the band kids who were just laughing around enjoying themselves, to him. Finally. He had short dark brown hair that he claimed was too long because he came to his eyes. His eyes reminded me of grass. Green grass that looked so fresh, so beautiful even after a bad storm. His perfect full lips were turned up in a smile. He had on a white button-up shirt that showed off his well-built body, and low blue jeans that made him look like a runway model. Sigh. Now he was special.

“Raine?” I was so busy admiring him I hadn’t realized he had walked right up to me.

“Hey Art! How are you today? It’s a pretty day, don’t you think? I think it’s wonderful. So pretty. I can tell it will be amazing. I can feel it. Can you? Oh you have that Spanish test today, don’t you? You’ll be awesome! Don’t worry about it! You studied all week, you’re bound to kick ass.” I stopped when I heard his melodic laugh. That was the problem I had with Art. Whenever he caught me while I was checking him out, I couldn’t stop talking. Or maybe mumbling would be a more appropriate word. I guess I felt a little guilty, admiring him like that while I was his best friend.

“Breathe Raine! Yeah, it’s a pretty day. It will be amazing. And I’m not worried, I had you for a tutor, I know I’ll be fine.” I smiled at him. “That is something you SHOULD be worried about,” I warned him.

“Nah, you’re the best tutor ever. No need to worry.”

He was always so nice. Not just to me, but to everyone. A dream come true he was. Of all the years I’ve known him, all 10 of them, he’s never once said anything bad to anyone who didn’t deserve it. Sure he had beaten up a kid sophomore year, but only because he caught that kid bullying a freshman. After dealing with Art, the kid went up to the principle himself and confessed to bullying other students. Art became the school’s hero. And he had been since then.

Needless to say, everyone loved Art. I wasn’t the only one who worshipped the ground he walked on. The school did. The teachers loved him because he had good grades, the guys loved him because he was great at sports and the girls loved his looks, his manners, well his everything, really. No one had one bad thing to say about Arthur. Except me. I’ve known Art for most of our lives, and I’ve seen his ups and downs. I knew everything about Art. I knew how he could burn water, how he couldn’t stay organized, how he despised doing laundry. I knew how he sang aloud songs in the car, horribly might I add, just to pester me. I knew how competitive he got, almost to a fault and most of all I knew how he couldn’t stand half injustice.

I guess that’s why I love him. Yes, I said love. Despite being the downright great person he is, he was still human. He made it so easy to relate to him, and he was always so bright. He could make me smile on my worst days, and turn my days around with his smile. Art wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect to me.

He didn’t know that though. I didn’t have the guts to tell him. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know his answer already. He loved me too. Just not the same way. To Art, I was his friend, his tutor, his go to person when he needed advice. I was the person he called when he was upset. I was his last resort.

I didn’t mind though. In fact I appreciated the fact that he knew that no matter how much things changed in life, I’ll always be there to cheer him up.

To him, I was Raine, the one person he could depend on, and I loved it.

“Hardly Art.”

“You underestimate yourself Raine.” With another smile towards me, he walked away. Probably to his class since the bell just rang. As I walked to my class, I thought about just how gorgeous his smile was. It was as gorgeous as the rest of him. I did not blame him for not having any interest in me the way I had in him. I was a one on a scale of one to ten on beauty, while he was an 11. I was proud of him though, who knew my childhood friend would grow up to be one of the most beautiful people ever? He was amazing, inside and out.

 

I made it through the day without a glitch. It was amazing in fact, just as I thought it would be. I was just getting inside my car when I heard a honk. I turned around to see Art in the red Dodge he bought himself.

“Hey Raine!”

“Yeah?”

“Could you maybe do me a little favor?” He said putting his thumb and index finger together to emphasize little.

“Little?”

“Okay maybe a huge favor. Please?” I couldn’t say no to the puppy dog face he was making. Eighteen and his eyes still looked as cute as they did when he was eight.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Could you come shopping with me?” Shopping? Well that certainly wasn’t something I was asked of often.

“Now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Okay, you drive, and I’ll follow.” He shook his head at that. “No can do. We’re going to the same place, just ride with me. It doesn’t make sense to waste that gas.”

That was so him. He was not exactly a tree hugger, but he did his best to conserve after his environmental class a couple of years ago. Knowing that there was no way he would take a no for an answer, I replied, “Sure.” And I went and sat in his truck.

Once inside, it was weird. I’ve known him for so long, but closed spaces with him made me nervous. I wasn’t this way, but then I realized how deeply I felt for him, and everything just became awkward. From my side anyway.

He turned on the radio. Bruno Mar’s Count on Me was playing. I started to hum along while Art decided to sing obnoxiously on the top of his lungs. I loved this song. It described the friendship between Art and I.

“You’re a great singer you know,” I heard Art’s deep voice after some time; “You should try out for some talent show or something.”

“You think everything is great. Just yesterday you were telling me how my doodling was ‘great’. The day before how I cooked ‘great’. And what was the day before that? Oh yeah, you said I a ‘great’ photographer.”

“Well don’t blame me if you’re just great in general. You’re the one who is great, not me.”

Oh the irony of this situation. Did I mention he was nice? Too nice. It annoyed me sometimes. Especially when he told me how I was “great”, I wasn’t, but he wouldn’t agree. So this debate was a common occurrence.

“Anyway! Why are we going shopping?” I was curious. Art did not like shopping; he only went if he absolutely had to, which did not happen often.

“Oh, I have to buy something”

“No duh! Can you please be a little more specific?”

“Well, you know my birthday is coming up?” I nodded my head, not knowing where he was leading up to, “So I wanted to treat you to the mall,” he finished.

Hold up. What? I looked at him incredulously, “Let me get this straight, you want to treat ME to the mall, because YOUR birthday is tomorrow?”

“That’s the general idea, yes.” He was crazy! And I told him so. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? You know, ME buying YOU the present?”

“Normally, yeah. But I’m turning 19 and I was thinking how you’ve been with me for 11 years almost, you should get rewarded in some way. Who knows how I would be if it weren’t for you?”

Again I was surprised. He spoiled me more than he should. “You’d be the same Art, you don’t need me. If it were not me, it would be someone else. And you would annoy that person just as much as you annoy me.” I teased him.

He threw me a sheepish smile. “Though seriously, I don’t need anything. How about we still go shopping but you tell me what you want? It is your birthday after all! 19! Can you believe it? We’re getting old Artie!” He threw me a mock glare as I used his childhood nickname; he’d always said how he didn’t like it. Apparently it made him feel like a baby.

“You just have to pull that name out, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, Artie my boy! I love that name!” I truly did. It reminded me of all the times we had spent, all the adventures in our backyards, all the kiddie parties, and all those times I would yell out his name to see him smiling at me. Art was synonymous to my good times.

“Whatever you say. I’m buying you a dress by the way.” Before I could say anything, he spoke again, “And I don’t care if you don’t want it. I’m buying it, you’re wearing it and we’re going out to dinner tomorrow night. I’m going to treat you out whether you like it or not.”

I rolled my eyes, “You’re so bossy sometimes, Art. It really makes me wonder if I’m around you because I want to be, or because you would just boss me back around you if I left” I teased.

“I would, so don’t you dare leave me!”

“Whatever you say!” I quoted him tauntingly.

 

We spent the entire evening at the mall. Art was set on buying me something to wear tomorrow night. He made sure we looked at every possible dress, and made me try on quite a few. By the time we were done, I was exhausted and ready for bed.

“That went well, don’t you think?” Art commented, after he had paid for my dress, a beautiful blue color that came till my mid-thigh. I was upset he wouldn’t let me pay for my own dress but he insisted on buying it for me. He had not even seen me in the dress, but assured me that I would look great. I did not doubt that, he had chosen that dress for me. And Art had impeccable choice in clothes, so amazing in fact, that I would wonder if he was one of those gay guys with great fashion sense, if I didn’t already know otherwise.

“If you mean totally tiring by well, then yes, it did.”

“It wasn’t that bad! After all you spent all your evening with me.”

“Why yes Art, I do enjoy your company. I just wish you weren’t so dead set on bothering me so much.”

“You love me though!” Oh he didn’t know how true his words were!

“I find myself wondering why often.” I replied trying to hide my red face from his accusation.

“Because I’m so amazing obviously,” he joked.

“Sure. That’s the reason. Now if you’ll excuse me I have something to do.”

“What is it that I can’t do with you?”

“You can’t always do everything with me Art.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I’ll be back before you know it, I promise. Wait for me by the Starbucks?”

“Sure but only because you promised. And I’ll have your Mocha Frappe waiting for you!” With that I said bye to Art and walked in the opposite direction.

Once Art was out of sight, I went back in his direction to find the store I was looking for. I had an idea about what to give to Art for his birthday, and if all went well, he would love it.

 

When I finally got to Starbucks, Art was sitting with his latte and my mocha frappe and a cute smile. Seeing him smile brought a smile to my own face, “what are you silently smiling about?” I asked as I approached him.

“Nothing really. I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Something.” He said vaguely.

“I wish I smiled like that every time I ‘just think’ about ‘something’.” I swear I heard an “I wish”, but it was too quiet to be sure. Why would he wish for something like that anyway? I’m probably just hearing things. Height of tiredness!

“Anyway, I’m tired. Drop me home?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

 

The next day, Art gave me ride to school, since I didn’t have my car with me. I jumped to wish him a happy birthday, and he actually blushed like a school girl talking to her crush. The only thing I could do was laugh at his adorableness which only made him redder. With a start like that, it was inevitable that my day would be wonderful too. School was over now though, and the nerves were kicking in. Art was taking me to dinner.

ART was taking ME to DINNER.

Damn.

I was trying not to freak out, telling myself that it was just two friends having a meal together. Something Art and I have done plenty of times. But then why did this feel like more?

Somehow I managed to get ready in my state of surprise. I was looking at the end result just as the bell rang. This was it.

I rushed to open the door but my brother had already beaten me to it. They seemed to be doing their “special handshake” when Art spotted me. He looked amazing. Standing there, he was wearing faded blue jeans, a black shirt and a white coat jacket, and I wondered yet again why he was not a model.

“You look great Raine! The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He complimented me with a smile that reached his beautiful eyes.

“You don’t mean that but thanks! You look great too! Not that you don’t usually. You always look amazing, but you look extra nice today. Where did you buy that pair of jeans? They’re wonderful! I should buy them for my brother. Do you think he’ll wear it? He should. He’ll look good. Because they’re a good pair of jeans. Yeah.” Great, I was rambling again. Why do I always do this? Good thing he’s my best friend or this date would end right here. Did I say date? I meant dinner. Yeah, dinner, between two friends. Nothing more.

“Thank you Raine! You’re always so nice! I got these at Hollister, I think. Your brother would definitely wear them! And he would look better than me in these.” I rolled my eyes, no one could look better than him, in my opinion at least. “Anyway, we should get going, we have reservations in about half an hour. Got everything you need?”

“Yes I do.”

“Awesome. Let’s go.”

Once we were in the car, I told Art that I had something for him.

“Oh please don’t tell me you got me something.”

“But I did! And you don’t fool me. I know you love gifts!”

“Oh yeah…but I didn’t get you anything!”

“Art, honey,” I said slowly as if talking to a child, “it’s your birthday. Only you are supposed to be getting gifts. Plus you already bought me this beautiful dress, AND you’re taking me to dinner. That’s more than enough.”

“Only because you say so Raine. Okay let me see my gift now.” I handed Art a package, which he tore apart as soon as he got his hands on it. As I mentioned, he loved gifts. “Oh my god Raine!” He laughed as held up the gift to himself. It was a shirt that said “Mr.Great”. “I love this! Thank you so much!”

“I figured you’d like it. And I figured it would fit you too, since everything is so ‘great’ to you.”

“Thanks Raine. I really do love it.”

“I’m glad. Now let’s leave before we’re late for our reservation.”

 

Art had chosen this very fancy looking restaurant for our dinner. It had small chandeliers hanging on the ceiling that provided a dim light. The tables themselves were decorated right out of a magazine, with a white table cloth with blue edges, a gorgeous center piece and candles lighting up the entire thing. The overall ambience was great. The maître D led us to a cozy corner of the restaurant. As we sat, I was still entranced by our surroundings.

“So do you like it?”

“I love this Art! It’s so beautiful here!”

“Good.” The conversation died. It was awkward. I don’t remember the last time it was like this between us. I didn’t have too much time to dwell on it though because at that point, the waitress came and introduced herself. She looked at Art the entire time, not that I blamed her, I was doing the same. She took our order and headed back, but not before giving him a flirty smile.

“Don’t be surprised if you get a number on your bill.”

“What do you mean?” Was this guy clueless?

“She was totally flirting with you Art!”

“No, she wasn’t.” Yes, he is clueless.

“Uh-huh. And I haven’t known you for most of my life.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re crazy, Raine!”

“You’re crazy too!”

“Only for you!” he joked. Only I wished it was true, because I was definitely crazy for him.

The waitress came back again, with our food this time. The conversation died down while we had our food. I was eating silently when I noticed a fork sneaking its way on my plate.

“What the hell Art! Eat your own food!” I chased his fork away with mine.

“Oh come on Raine! Just a bite? Please?”

“Only one.” He gave me a smile and forked up a huge bite.

“Art!!”

“What?” He asked innocently, making those puppy dog eyes that made me melt.

“You know what? Here,” I pushed my plate towards him, “have my food. I’ll have yours instead.” With that I snatched his plate from in front of him and started eating.

“That’s not fair Raine! I just had a bite, and you took the entire thing!”

“All’s fair in love and war and you made this a war by eating like half of my serving in one go!”

“Ugh. Whatever, just eat.”

We finished our food, well not really. I finished Art’s food and he finished mine. We were in the parking lot when I asked Art to wait. I still had another thing for him.

“Before we go, I want to give you something.”

“You already gave me something, remember? The shirt I’m going to wear to school on Monday.”

“No this is something else.” I handed him a small box. “Go on,” I encouraged, “open it.”

Inside was a leather bracelet, with a silver charm that said “There for you. Always.”

“I know you already know this, but I thought I should remind you, that no matter how horrible a situation is, you can always count on me to support you.”

“Oh Raine! I can’t accept this bracelet, not when I know it means something totally different to me than what it means to you.” His whisper was barely audible.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m sick of this. All of this!” He was scaring me. What did he mean? Didn’t he like the bracelet? Oh no! He didn’t! “If you don’t like the bracelet, I can always get you something else.”

“It’s not the bracelet Raine! I’m just done.” What did he mean? He couldn’t mean what I was thinking, could he?

“You don’t want to be friends anymore?” My voice was broke, but still stronger than how I felt. He was sick of me! He didn’t want me around anymore.

“Yes. No. Ugh Raine! I don’t know how to make you understand.”

“Just say it Art! I’m brave enough to hear it!”

“But I don’t know if I’m brave enough to say it.” His voiced dropped to a whisper.

“Since when did you start weighing your words around me?”

“Since I fell in love with you.”

What?

“I think I heard you wrong.” I must have. He couldn’t love me. This was Art! Everyone’s hero, and I was me with nothing special.

“No you didn’t Raine. I’m in love with you, and I’m sick of hiding it. You’re so beautiful Raine. Everything about you. You take my breath away. Your brown eyes are always so warm; I look into them and get lost. Your adorable cheeks those turn red so often. Your cute nose and those freckles! Your hair that’s always so shiny and smells so good.  Your lips, damn they occupy my mind! Not just them, your everything! That’s all I ever think about.Seeing you makes my day good. I can’t be friends with you anymore because I want to be more. So much more. It’s not like I haven’t tried telling you before but before I can you do something that makes me stop. I compliment you and you blow it away as a joke, but I’m not joking Raine. I mean everything I’ve ever told you, and I mean this too, with all of me, I love you!” This wasn’t right. How could he love me? How could he think I was beautiful? I was nothing next to him. He was one of the stars while I was the valley.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can’t do this anymore Raine.” He said while pointing to me and then towards himself, “I’m the happiest when I’m with you. Your smile turns my days around. I’ve tried telling myself that you deserve someone better than me. Someone who will show you just how special you are but I can’t live with the possibility of someone stealing you from me anymore. Every time I think about some boy taking you away from me, I get so jealous Raine. So jealous of a possibility! It isn’t healthy!”

He loved me. He was jealous at the possibility that someone might take me away. Didn’t he know that no guy would be interested in me? Didn’t he know that I was not someone special? I’m not beautiful, or smart. What did he see in me? Was he blind?

“Please say something Raine. I’m losing my mind here.”

“Why?”

“Why?!” He said incredulously. “Because you’re you Raine! Because you don’t’ have to be asked twice to help someone. Because you stay up nights tutoring me for Spanish despite having a test in English yourself. Because I can always count on you. Because you’re beautiful, Raine, inside and out. Don’t you see how crazy I am for you?!”

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me I can hold your hand while walking down the hallway at school. Tell me that I can show you off to the other guys because I know they couldn’t possibly have a better girl than me. Tell me you’ll be mine Raine, and make the happiest man alive.”

I couldn’t believe this. My Art, the childhood best friend, the amazing guy that I loved, wanted me to be his girlfriend. “Okay Art. I’ll be yours.”

His smile was as big as the ocean as he scooped me up and kissed me. I had imagined this moment uncountable times, but never had I thought it would actually come true. “Oh do you really mean it Raine? You’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I am, Art.” He kissed me again, and hugged me tight. “I can’t believe this. Oh I love you so much.”

“I love you too Art.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.” I kissed him this time, trying to convey all my love for him in this simple act of expression. Kissing Art was the best feeling ever. You know how they “top of the world?” Well that didn’t even cover it.

“So Art, what did you think of your birthday?” I asked a while later, when we got outside my house.

“Best birthday ever.” He smiled down at me. I couldn’t agree with him more.


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