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Bob had always watched the lonely boy who sat next to him in class. He was a hardworking student, in contrast to Bob who had little to no willpower in studying or doing most of anything. He'd spoken to him before, mostly on asking the date or what time it was. Nothing else, Bob couldn't think up of what else to say to the boy. Bob noticed the boy always had a sketchbook in hand. A medium-sized black sketchbook. He always wondered what he'd drawn in there, maybe he liked drawing people? Or maybe animals? Bob finds himself wondering about what other things he didn't know about the mysterious boy.

(( WILL INCLUDE ART SCENES AND SUCH))
first time writing a fanfic ✌😌