I pull out my notebook. It's filled with drawings that progressively get better. Most of them are drawings of Sam. The others are of my dog, Katie. Today I'm feeling like drawing Sam. I'm not creepy, I swear. Have you ever drawn someone you wanted to meet? Or even someone you saw one day and thought, "damn, that's a good-looking person" and wanted to become their friend? Okay, I suppose drawing someone who doesn't know I exist is... strange... but at least he'll never see the drawings. Hopefully. When I place my pencil on my paper, my hand just... knows what to do. The pencil lines flow from the graphite tip. Before I know it, I've drawn a portrait of Sam with a cheesy grin. Finishing it off with freckles, I smile at the drawing and turn the page.
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Wallflower
RomanceNote: This book is not rated M, however it is rated PG13 for language and a bit of... suggestiveness. No, this is not SMUT. This is just for fun. An idea I had one night. Enjoy. (If you're 13+)
