Siren was painting- like she always did. And it was her typical subject- her best friend. She was in love with him, but he didn't know it. Her art studio was filled with pictures of him- paintings, drawings, photographs, even sculptures. She never really let him in here, for obvious reasons. Looking at the clock, she cursed, it was time for class. Grabbing her back, Siren ran out the door, locking it quickly. College campus was only a few minutes away, so she made it in time to get to class. She actually had some time to spare, and she spent it looking around for him. Her hands were covered in ink, and her hair had some paint in it- but who really cared? Art was her life, and she didn't mind showing it.