Eve and Timothy

Chapter 5: Drawing

Timothy and I walked side by side back into town discussing what we had just witnessed. "What do you think could have made the piano play?" I asked. "I'm not sure," Timothy responded, he then looked down and began to think. "Maybe it was a self-playing piano?" I asked. "Are self-playing pianos that old?" he asked. "There's only one way to find out," I shrugged.

"Lets go back after lunch!" I suggested. "Nope!" Timothy said. "I'm not going back." "I'm gonna go all by myself then," I cried jokingly. Timothy rolled his eyes.

"What restaurant do you wanna go to?" I asked. Timothy shrugged. "Come on, you know this place better than I do!" "How 'bout a Mexican place?" he suggested. "Okay!" I said. The Mexican place was a short distance from were we were. The walk was only five minutes.

We sat ourselves at the restaurant and waited for the food. "So," I began. "Can you finish a drawing?" I asked. "What drawing?" Timothy shrunk into his seat. "This one," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the drawing. "It's really good and I wanna see the finished product." "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to seam weird or anything, it just was one of those things that's great to draw..." Timothy explained. He blushed hard. I could tell he was embarrassed. "It's really good! You need to finish it!" "Oh, I need a reference," he began. "I can be your reference, I can just pose the same way I was in the picture." Timothy looked up at me. "Really? You like my drawing? You're not kidding?" he began. "Nope! Your really good!" I said. He seemed to be confused. I could tell what he was thinking. He was deciding whether to believe me or not.

"Okay," he said. The waitress came and gave us our lunch. After eating, we went back to were the bike was. 

Timothy sat down were he originally was hiding. "Okay, put your hand on the bike and bend your right leg a little bit," Timothy instructed. I obeyed and did as he said. "Turn a little bit," he said. I turned. "Okay, hold it," he said. 

He drew for a long time. It seem to be a life time before he'd finish, but I didn't dare move. I wanted to see what the finished product would look like. Timothy kept looking up at me, scanning me, the bike, the tree, and the background. Timothy then looked at his picture from far away and crossed his arms. "What do you think? I think something's off," he said. I came over and looked a the picture.

Everything was beautiful, but I immediately knew what he thought was wrong. "Everything is too tight and perfect. You have to let imperfections come out, like the bark on the tree and my shirt has wrinkles." "Ah," he said. "Go back to were you were." I walked back over and came into the same position.

Timothy began erasing somethings, adding other thing, looked at it again. "Okay," he said. I came over and looked at the drawing again. It was beautiful. My eyes were dazzling. "Can I see it please?" I asked. Timothy handed the drawing to me. "Thank you for finishing it, I looks beautiful." "I'm glad you like it," he said. "Do you like it?" He shook his head. "Why not?" "I'm not sure, I just don't like my style of drawing." "Well, I certainly do! It's beautiful," I said looking back at the picture. "Thank you," He finally said. 

I looked at the drawing as I walked down a street back to my house. Timothy told me I could keep the drawing. I planned on framing it and hanging it in my room. When I arrived home I did exactly that. I framed and hung it. It was not 10:34 pm. 

My dad came in. "Good night," he said, then closing the door. I smiled. As I got dressed and got into bed I pondered on a few things:

Why was I in Vancomb? Whenever I asked my dad he told me we were just visiting my grandma, but I knew that wasn't true. He was hiding something else, I could smell it. I knew he would never tell me. But you know who would tell me? Grandma... She'd tell the truth. I decided I'd ask her in the morning and uncover the truth.

The second thing I thought about was Timothy. I told myself that he didn't like me, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I then began to question myself. Do I like him? Do I like the boy I just met? Timothy and I clicked pretty well. I decided to put the issue aside and go to sleep.