❝____hollywood, baby!-✮____❞ (temporary pause/not accepting)

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Josephine Tseung Wilder 🎨
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✏ major; Fine Arts | mood; a little antsy, content | tagged Roman
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As Roman was trying to pose for her, she laughed, shaking her head. "I don't even have my sketchbook on your table, you goof. I'll draw you with my mind, if that's what you want." She found her head leaning against her left hand, with her left elbow leaning on the island counter. "Your hair always looks good, though." she said softly, staring back at him. "There's nothing about you that you need to fix. Except maybe your narcissistic personality." She held up her hands, indicating that she was kidding. "I'm joking!" she laughed, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "I love everything about you, honestly." She really did. He was truly a best friend, in every sense of the word. He'd been there for her during times of trouble, as she'd been with him. If any laughs were needed, his clownish remarks would rub off on her, giving her a bright smile that could fuel the rest of her day.

Josie grinned, giving him a punch on the shoulder. "I wish!" she said, a big smile on her face as she chewed on her sandwich. "It's not even that I really want to be famous from painting. I just..." She paused, putting her sandwich down before rubbing at her lip, a bit of a habit she had picked up as a kid when she was deep in thought. "... I don't want to be known for the fame. I'd want to be known for people connecting to my artwork and recognizing that. They don't even need to know who I am. As long as my art speaks to someone, that's the greatest thing I could ask for from them." She smiled, picking up her sandwich again, taking another bite. "It'd mean that I'm doing something right." she said between bites. "And like, I don't want to be painting for other people. I want to paint something that comes from me, and my own experiences and of the people around me. It just means a lot more for me to not appeal to the masses and be like the next Claude Monet, you know? But I love Monet, so of course I'm gonna be inspired by him. But you know what I mean." She felt a little shy all of a sudden, having just talked about her passion with a boy who was also one of her passions (she'd never tell). "What about you, Mr. Director? What are your ideas about the kind of films that you want to create?"

While waiting for his answers, thoughts of Roman being more than a best friend trickled merrily (or distractedly) inside of her mind. His ability to care for her more than anyone else did spoke volumes. Sure, her family cared for her much as she did for them, but the way that he was around her at times was more, dare she say it, romantic? She kept telling herself that she was just imagining things; that it was all just wishful thinking, but some things she couldn't ignore. He would sometimes stare at her (not in a rude way) when she was minding her own business, such as painting or eating. He was always more affectionate around her than he was with other girls. The way that he looked at her when she spoke about mindless, trivial things, as well as her passions and rants, made her feel all the more appreciated. If she was feeling extra daring, perhaps she'd think that he liked her. But she was Josie, and he was Roman. He was leagues above her in her mind; he was always a winner with everyone and anyone. While Josie got along just fine with others, she really wasn't confident with girls, and the guy friends that she had were nice and all but didn't hold the same kind of presence that Roman did.

Roman standing there, in-front her, fixing his curls, made her feel all kinds of things. He really was the handsomest boy she knew. She'd really miss him when he left for college. She could only imagine how she'd spend her days without him by her side. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask him about the future. It hurt her heart a little, or a lot. She couldn't tell, and didn't want to dwell on the feeling. Wanting to distract herself, she put down her sandwich, finding herself stand up and walk towards him. "Here, let me," she said softly, giving him a dimpled smile. She gently brushed his hands away from his hair. "I already said you look good, you dummy." She parted his curls a little bit, leaving one of his infamously longer curls to hang loosely from his hair. It wasn't all in his eyes anymore, but a few curls still hung in the balance. She quite liked his hair a little bit in his eyes, it made him a little more scruffier and rugged. Her hands drifted from his hair to his warm cheek, remaining on his cheek a little longer than usual. His breath fanned across her face as she was leaning close towards him to fix him up. She looked at him, giving him a smile. She was all too entirely wanting to hug him, kiss him, but decided it just wasn't the moment for it. Besides, who said that he liked her sure? Ruining their friendship would be devastating for her. So, she stepped back, her hands behind her back. "There. Picture perfect." She hopped back to the island, where she nervously shoved the rest of the sandwich glamourously inside of her mouth. "Let's hurry and eat so we can head to the beach. What do you want to bring to eat there?" She was keen on raiding his pantry.