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Frank was nervous.

The kid he had been DRAWING was walking toward him right now. What if he thought he was a stalker or, like, obsessed with him or something? Frank sort of shifted around, trying to make himself look as least awkward and stalkerish as he could. The brown-haired boy stood over him, casting Frank in shadow, the sun in his face making him squint his eyes.

"Are you drawing me?"

The answer was right in Frank's open sketchbook. There was no point in denying it.

"Yeah."

"I figured. Look, I drew you too." Squatting down in front of Frank, which brought the sun back upon his head, he opened his sketchbook to reveal his drawing of the shining lake, the brick building, and the tiny gray Frank, drawing in his tiny gray sketchbook.

Frank turned his own book to face the dude, so he could examine his own miniature self. The guy looked at it for a moment, before making eye contact with Frank and sticking his hand out in front of him. "Gerard."

His hands were covered in graphite.

Frank took Gerard's hand, shaking it with his own. "Frank."

"Nice to meet you, Frank."

Gerard pulled his hand away.

The smokey gray of Gerard's graphite-coated hand lingered on Frank, leaving a shining smear of deft fingers and worn-down pencils on his palm.

And then Gerard walked away.

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