Steve's Ending
He held out a worksheet from your art class. You took the paper from him and presented a thankful grin. "Thank you so much! I'd have been completely screwed next block if I didn't have this."
He smiled. "Steve Rogers."
"(Name) (Last Name)."
"So, I couldn't help but notice that's from art. I was always under the impression that you're supposed to have fun and create in that class, not take notes like any other subject."
"Right?! I feel like we learn more than draw or paint. Which really sucks, because I love creating."
Steve shrugged his backpack off and unzipped it, pulling out a piece of paper. "Why don't you join art club? We're always making, hardly learning." He promised you with a beautiful smile.
You placed the paper on top of everything else. Steve then realized the extent of all the things in your arms. "Want some help with those?"
"You'll be late for class." Hair fell into your eyes as you shook your head."
The tall, muscular blond shrugged. "I'm in attendance third block, and I take first lunch anyway. I can help you."
He took everything from your arms and walked beside you to the art classroom. Your arms were calling out in bliss, thanking him for the lack of weight you now had to transport now. Steve set your things down on your desk and stood straight, lips curved up in a smile.
"You should come hang out in the attendance office during your lunch. I'd love to tell you more about the club then."
"That sounds good! I've got fifth lunch, so it'll be a while until I can come hang out."
"That's fine!" Steve assured. "See you then!"
He parted ways with you, one last smile gracing you before he rushed off to the cafeteria.
xXx
You walked outside the attendance office, where Steve was currently signing someone out. His blue eyes lit up and he handed them their planner back and heading outside into the main office, where attendance was connected to. You met him halfway and he grabbed your books again, leading you into the room. There was an empty desk inside where he set down all of your books, an empty drawstring bag next to it.
"You can put your stuff in there." He said. "Figured you can't go the rest of the day with all of that, so I picked one up for you."
"You didn't have to do that, Steve!" You were still putting your belongings in said bag. He wasn't wrong when he said you couldn't go the rest of the day carrying all of that stuff.
"I wanted to." He was honest. You needed help, and he was willing to give it.
"Well thank you." After the last of your belongings was stuffed into the bag, Steve was signing another student out. He looked at you.
"We have a meet today, if you're interested."
"Sure! I don't have a ride home though."
"I can drop you off! We uh, actually live in the same neighborhood." He assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"That's where I've seen you!" You knew he was familiar!
"Yeah, I've lived in that neighborhood since middle school. I don't mind taking you home, since I'm headed there anyway."
"That's really sweet of you. So, what's art club like?" You pondered, getting to the point of your meeting.
The gaze of excitement overtook him. "It's amazing. We don't waste time on learning; we leave that for regular school hours. We meet every Tuesday and Thursday, and we just chill out and do whatever we want. Every month we have a new theme that we base our artwork around."
You nodded, digging the club already. "What about the people?"
"We don't have many, but the ones we do have are all really cool, and all they wanna do is help. You'll like them, I'm sure."
"Well I can't wait." You grinned.
xXx
As soon as the final bell of the day rang you rushed to the art room for the second time that day, Steve already in there waiting for you. He grinned and introduced you to everyone as they filed in, each of them just as sweet as he'd promised. The theme was 'kiss' and while at first it seemed odd, taking a look at the works of others actually got the gears in your mind going. Within the forty minutes that the club was allowed to meet, you had a rough draft done and were planning how you'd paint it the next time art club met up.
Steve gazed down at your sketch. "That's really creative, (Name). Awesome job!"
You placed it in the cubby you used during your actual art class, which was hardly used due to the lack of art projects you did in your actual art class. Steve led the way to his car, the two of you chatting incessantly about the club, your favorite types of art and what techniques you liked best and the like. You even sat in the driveway of your house for a good hour, still simply talking about your passions.
Eventually you went inside and Steve went on home, but ten minutes later he was back, a shameless smile on his face.
"I gotta tell you about my project last month and how much of a disaster it was."
You pulled him inside. "Well get in here and talk to me!"
The end of the month came rather quickly, you and Steve hanging out more and more each day before that. The conversations easily went from being about art to being about any and everything that interested either of you. Though on the last art club meeting of the month, Steve was nowhere to be found when it came time to show everyone what you all had been working on for the past month.
"Anyone know where Steve is?"
No one had an answer. He was definitely at school that day, and he hadn't mentioned anything to you about not coming to the art meet. But the show had to go on, so the entire forty minutes was spent complimenting one another with each presentation, an occasional critique offered and taken with serious consideration for the next time and a smile. Once the clock hit 4:40, everyone filed out, you sticking behind to clean up some mess that had been left behind.
"Your painting was my favorite."
"Where were you at?!" You asked, hand over your heart.
He stuffed his hand in his pockets and looked down at his shoes, wiggling them a bit. "I didn't have my project ready, so... I decided to help one of my teachers grade papers instead."
"Oh, well... That's alright, Steve. I'm sure it would've been a masterpiece."
He licks his lips and suddenly placed a large hand at the small of your back, pulling you closer to him and kissing your delicate lips. You heard a click, though Steve's lips didn't pull away for a good long while, and while you thought your lungs would give out, there was no way in hell you were pulling away from that sexy piece of man.
Steve pulled away regretfully and you saw that he had a Polaroid in his hand. He removed the picture and shook it out, grinning like a fool that struck gold. He kissed your lips sweetly again.
"You were right; it is a masterpiece."