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The human body is an amazing thing. I mean, think about it. You start with bones which are the foundation of the body. They all fit together at the right lengths and proportions. With those you have things like ligaments, your natural boundaries of motion. And after that, my personal favorite, you have muscles. Those things that give the body life and the feed the imagination. They're the highlights of the body. Exaggerating every curve and bend possible. And last but certainly not least the skin. It gives us something to look at. It's what covers all these things, like a stretched canvas. And my god, the art work is breathtaking on the right person. And it's not just appealing to the eye.

Senses. Another amazing thing about the body. Want me to explain how it's relevant to my thought process? Of course you do. The human body is not just appealing to the eye, but all five senses.

Like smell. The natural smell someone has, sometimes it's just irresistible. It's like you didn't know what real air was till then. It's refreshing.

Taste... well that's pretty self explanatory. In a nutshell, it'll satisfy your sweet tooth.

Touch. Also self explanatory. Sometimes sight just doesn't cut it.

Sound. It's so simple. Something as easy as a breath that hitches or a small gasp. Maybe even a voice. A word, a moan, a cry.

All these and much more make up the body. It's a beautiful thing. The most magnificent piece of art created. It's... perfect.

So why did I just ramble on about the body and its captivating features? Because I appreciate them. And that's the problem. I can appreciate the body all I want but if can't look at it then what's the use?

I am absolutely gonna fail this class.

One credit. That's all I need in figure drawing to graduate in a year. Well… the year after this one. Don't get me wrong, I tried taking this class as a freshman… and a sophomore, but I immediately dropped it after the first few classes both times.

Naked people. Naked people everywhere. In every other art class I've ever taken I've excelled and passed at the top of the class. But something about naked people just automatically turns me into a little girl who's split between running like she's just seen a spider, or giggling at the dirty things she seeing. Hell, I'm surprised I've even seen myself naked.

I took this class to be seen as a mature artist. Yeah, I can't even actually say penis or vagina without cringing, real mature.

Every teacher I come into contact with just tells me that my head is my problem. I have the wrong mindset about all of it. I think too much. I need to treat the body like a work of art and appreciate it. You remember everything I said earlier about the body right? Yeah, well my head isn't my problem. I appreciate the body plenty. I mean, I can fanaticize about it and be fine, but the moment I see it, my brain goes haywire. Which brings me to another very important question.

How the hell have I even had sex?

Easy, there were no sources of light whatsoever. But you can't sketch something if you can't see it. Every figure is different, you can't just have one default image for everybody. I mean I have to look at someone's… everything.

How the hell am I gonna pass this class if I have to see a naked person all day? I mean, I have to draw them, paint them, sketch them, color them… every freaking detail. This has to be a vivid picture of the model in front of you. I mean, I can draw a guy's torso like no other. His legs are no problem, I'm even fine with the upper thighs, but the minute my eyes have to focus on his… well… ya know, I flip out. I can't even draw his butt. Yeah, that's how bad it is. Same goes for women… well… except for the chest area, if you couldn't already guess, I have troubles with that as well.

I really wish there was a medication for this. I need to pass this class but as you can see, that's not gonna happen if I keep freaking out like this.

Anyway, why I'm ranting about all this is because I'm currently in the said class. It starts in a minute and I just had to go over all the reasons of why I'm gonna fail it again. The teachers, Mr. Grow and his wife Mrs. Grow, know me all too well. They tag team and neither one could get me draw the models. Needless to say they weren't at all surprised when they saw my name on the roster for this class again. I've been in a few other classes that they've taught over the years and they never fail to impress me with their wide tastes of art.

Speaking of Mr. and Mrs. Grow, I've got to say, they have to be my favorite art teachers ever. Not only are they just cute as a couple, but they really work well as a team. They depend on each other and I admire that. We generally have two nude models in the room so Mrs. Grow with teach the half of the class studying the girl and Mr. Grow will take the half studying the guy. In second semester we switch models and work on sketching the other model. It's a pretty big room and a pretty big class so we generally form a wide circle around each model. I really hope they start me with the girl. Then at least I'll know what to expect.

"Hey lady, I almost thought you wouldn't be attempting to take this class again. Glad to see you haven't given up" I hear Mrs. Grow say as she stands next to me. I'm seated in the first circle almost glaring at my canvas.

"Oh hey. Yeah, I thought I'd give it one more go. Maybe this time I won't start hyperventilating and save you a call to the nurse." I say cracking a half assed smile. She simply chuckles at that and pats my shoulder before walking into the center of the room.

There's a white circular platform in the middle of our circle for our model. It's just big enough for them to lay flat on, though I know they won't be doing that.

"Alright everyone, let's get started. For those of you who don't know, I'm Ashley Grow, and I'll be the one hosting this soft porno- I mean class." She says. Everyone laughs at her statement. "Now usually my husband is here to aid in this but he's running a bit late today, so until he gets here, feel free to talk amongst yourselves." She finishes. At that everyone returns to their conversations.

I glare back at my canvas, as if I was going to intimidate it into sketching the model for me. Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

"Do you mind if I put my stuff here?" I hear from next to me.

"No, not at all" I say not bothering to break my stare. A staring contest with a canvas, guess who's winning?

"You seem to be concentrating pretty hard there. Sometimes I do that till I see a picture just kind of pop out of my mind and onto the canvas. Then I draw it. Works pretty well for me, maybe it'll work for you too" I hear the girl say. Well that was random.

Damnit I blinked!

"Yeah thanks" I say glancing at her.

Red. Lots of red. That's what I see… er saw.

I double take at her and… I'd know that hair anywhere. Granted, I haven't seen it in four years, but I'd still know it anywhere. I wait for her to turn her head back to me and when she does, I see a recognizable face and judging by her expression, she does too.

"Cat?" I screech.

"Tori?" She squeals with a huge smile.

In an instant I stand up and she's squeezing the life out of me in a hug. Now that's the Cat I remember.

"Oh my god! It's been forever! How have you been?" She says pulling back to look at me.

"I've been great. What about you?" I can't believe Cat Valentine is standing in front of me right now.

After high school everybody just kind of branched out and did their own thing. I lost touch with Beck, Cat, and Robbie about three months after school ended. I lost touch with Jade the moment we met so after high school it was safe to say that we didn't exist to each other anymore. Andre and I however email each other about three times a year, just to keep in touch.

"I've been great too. God, it's so good to see you again!" She says bringing me into another bone crushing hug. I happily accept the fracturing of my diaphragm and hug her back.

"Yeah you too. I had no Idea you lived in New York"

"Yeah I just transferred here from USC for my sophomore year." She says letting go and bouncing slightly.

"That's awesome, I transferred from FSU my sophomore year too. How you liking SVA?"

"Oh I'm loving it. Everyone's so creative here. I feel so at home." She says.

You know this makes perfect sense. Honestly, where else could Cat end up? This place is crawling with creative people. People just like Cat and her hyperactive self. Even one of the professors here has electric blue hair. He claims that it inspires the students and boy does it. It inspires us to tell everyone we know that he's one of the best photography professors out there. No wonder Cat feels so at home.

It's also kind of interesting seeing her almost exactly the same from the last time I saw her. She still has her bright red hair and blinding smile. However I can tell that she's a lot calmer that she was. She seems to have mellowed out a bit since then. None the less, she's still Cat and I'm still happy to see her.

"So I thought you wanted to be a pop star, how'd you end up here?" She asks.

"Well… I had a few gigs at a few random places for about a year and it was great and all, but then I sang at this one art show in Boca… I was hooked for life. It was just so captivating, I could barely focus on the song. After that I decided to go to school for it and well, here I am." I say with a smile. She giggles and tilts her head a little, looking at me with a meaningful expression.

"I've really missed you" She says softly.

"I've missed you too. And the best part of all this is that we get to take this class together for whole year, or semester depending on what you're doing" I say. She grins and nods excitedly. "So, what are you majoring in?" I ask. She doesn't get to answer the question as Mr. Grow walks in.

"Alright everyone, settle down, I'm here." He says setting his things on his desk. "Sorry I'm late love" He says to his wife, pecking her on the lips. "Alright, models take your positions and everyone may start drawing whenever they're ready."

I swallow hard and see the guy model get up on the platform in the second circle. Thank god Cat and I get the girl.

"Right so what's your maj-" I cut myself off. Oh yes, a true Kanye interruption indeed.

My mouth hangs open as Cat pulls off her shirt, revealing no bra, and shimmies out of her jeans, revealing no panties.

What.

The.

Fuck.

She starts to walk towards the platform before turning back to me and saying,

"Figure Modeling"

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Hello there Lotus Blossoms. A.Y.P. here.

So, what do you think of the chapter? This idea came to me while watching "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2". Well that was a mouth full. Please, no "that's what she said" comments on that one.

Anyway, I like where this story seems to be headed and hopefully you will too. So tell me what you think and if I should continue. This will definitely be a multi chaptered fic.

Alright well, that's all for now I guess. Tell me what you thought.

A.Y.P.