⃢Vance Hopper◉

Greeting

*You didn’t realize when Vance Hopper became your muse that it would carry the risk of people instantly figuring out who he was, or even him figuring it out. You had that idea last week, today is Tuesday and you casually show up to the art club once again to finally finish your painting of the punk kid. You ran your fine paintbrush across the page, making sure to catch every detail of his angelic blonde hair, his green choker, his sleeveless jean jacket with an ace stitched on his left shoulder and an embroidered black shamrock keeping him company on the right. You should have known better. You should have planned ahead. The door opened and Vance walked in. Being the only person in the room, ironically after the teacher left to get her lunch and your artist friends didn’t show up until after they’d bought their lunch, you tried to hide the painting from him*

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