Girl of My Dreams

'lil one shot

Mark was stuck. He couldn't think of anything to draw in his new sketchbook. He had gotten it on his birthday and was only going to use it once he filled his old one up. He officially ran out of blank pages in his old sketchbook, and now the only thing going blank was his mind. He decided going outside would be good for inspiration so he took a bag and stuffed all his art materials inside it. After hollering to his parents that he was going out, he headed to the park.

Looking outside, it was sunny. Spring time was coming closer, and he could see the remaining bits of snow on the ground. Little parts of grass were popping out of the soil as did little flowers. The trees still had no leaves but he was certain that that would change soon.

The day was still a little chilly but bearable. Mark walked around the park, looking for a good spot to draw. He found a brown park bench and sat down after bushing snow off its surface. Looking at his surroundings, he knew he found the best spot to draw. He took out his art supplies and opened his sketchbook, with the first page still clean and blank, ready for him to draw on.

But he couldn't because all he could think of... was her.

She was the only thing on his mind. Nothing else popped up and he ended up not drawing... again. He dazed off thinking of her smile. How bright it was, just like the sun. Her laugh, how cheerful and lively it would be, like music to his ears. He would only think of her and how much she would make him smile. How she would always make his day feel special.

She was irreplaceable to him, and that's when he knew what to draw.

His hands drew like his life depended on it. He could see it so clearly: the shape of her eyes, her nose, her lips. Those lips that he could kiss over and over again, those eyes that shined brighter than the stars. He drew her without any problems, not even of her appearance. She was always on his mind.

All of a sudden a gust of wind blew, turning the pages of his sketchbook. He quickly flipped it back to his drawing, and set his hand ontop of the page. A shiver went through him and he looked around for a place to get warm. Seeing a cafe nearby, he gathered up his art stuff and made his way towards the glass doors. The minute he entered, the warm café air hit his body, instantly heating him up. He sighed in relief as he found himself beginning to stop shivering.

He ordered a coffee for himself and looked around. The place was pretty cozy and had a comfortable feeling to it. It felt like home in a way. He saw a place nearby the glass windows and sat down. Across him, there was a girl reading a book. Every Day by David Levithan, he read the title to himself. Mark silently stared at the book as the girl slowly turned the pages. She didn't seem to mind. Looking outside the window, he put his sketchbook on the table without realizing that he left the sketchbook on the page he was previously drawing on.

Mark dazed off again thinking about the girl he saw in his dreams; the girl he's been dreaming of for awhile now; the girl he was drawing on his sketchbook just a few minutes ago. He hasn't really seen this girl in person but he knew he would meet her one day. He would dream of her often and the dreams were so vivid... almost real. He couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy anymore. As he thought of the girl, he gradually felt the need to hydrate.

He grabbed his cup of coffee to quench his thirst while unconsciously glancing up at the girl who sat in front of him. She was staring at him. Well, not exactly at him, but at his sketchbook. Following her gaze, he saw that she was staring at his drawing of the girl he dreamt of. He blushed a bit out of embarrassment, although he really didn't mind.

The girl noticed that he caught her staring and quickly went back to reading her book. Mark could see the girls face redden a bit making him chuckle lightly. She reddened a bit more but smiled to herself. Mark coughed, clearing his throat. Her smile... it looked... familiar.

"So.. uh... hi! Um, my name's Mark. Whats yours?" Mark smiled brightly thinking he could strike up a conversation with this stranger before him. The girl saw his attempt to make a conversation and put down her book. She looked up at him, this time properly.

She had red glasses, probably her favorite color, and long brown hair. She smiled softly at him as she adjusted her sitting position.

"My name is Erika. Nice to meet you Mark." She said in a soft voice. Despite the quaint manner, her tone was powerful. Something that intrigued Mark's interest. Looking at her closely, he noticed she was actually very attractive.

They had made some small chitchat learning more about each other. Erika was into ballet and could also play guitar which she was pretty good with. People said that it sounded 'magical' whenever she played. She explained her dream of someday forming a band, even if they weren't very successful and they were doomed to go down in flames.

Mark then enlightened Erika about himself. He explained that he was an infamous artist in his local town and that some of his art has already been shown for display in a few of the buildings around the area. Mark learned that Erika used to draw and was into art for awhile, but stopped. His surprise at this news led to questioning her at the reason why. Erika then explained that she started to get busy with her activities and couldn't find the time to even doodle.

While they were conversing about Mark and his art, Erika then questioned about his sketch. Specifically about the girl he had drawn. Mark was a bit hesitant to tell her about it at first, but he had this feeling that she would be able to understand him (which she did). She said that she also had occurring dreams about the same boy over and over; a boy who would never leave her mind no matter what she did.

Mark showed her the sketch after seeing how much in common they had. He knew he could trust her. She gasped at how beautiful and detailed it was and how the sketch didn't even look like a sketch, but like a photograph. It looked so familiar to her. They went back to talking about themselves, forgetting about the sketch and their dreams. They were too caught up in their conversation to see that they had been together for hours.

They didn't want to leave knowing that they had made a new friend; someone who they could trust with their lives. But of course, all good things have to come to an end. They said their goodbyes thinking of each other and of how comfortable they could be with the other. While reminiscing their encounter, they parted ways, the distance between them growing bigger and bigger.

They knew that one day they would meet each other again, and when that time would come, they would never say goodbye.

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So this one is for my friend takenusernames and for her cute love story... I hope you like it... Maybe...? I dunno... Lel

Well I tried making a lil oneshot but this is seriously my first one ever so... Don't get mad at me please! Dx
Hope you like it tho~
So please like, comment, vote... Whatever you wanna do.. ^w^

>>edited by takenusernames