Teach Me How To Love

Chapter 18

Dean's POV
"Do you have more of these?"

"Uhhhh. Maybe?"

"Where are they? Can I see them?"

"Y-you wanna see my drawings of you?"

"Yeah. I like these. It shows me how creative and talented everyone is."

"I-I uh...there's more in the sketchbook. There's just drafts and random things, from when I had nothing to do."

I put the drawing of me down.

"Did you hand this one in for a grade?"

"Kinda? This is even more embarrassing."

"What'd you get for this?"

"A-A+. It's a more recent one."

I picked up the sketchbook and opened it. I started going through it.

"I-I'm not insane! I swear!"

"I don't think you are. Relax."

"Y-you don't?"

"No. You're good. I'd be gone if, I thought that."

She put everything back in the folder and closed it. I found more sketches of me. One was of me in this damn black cat ear beanie and a grey hoodie shirt.

(Author: I'm back. So Dean doesn't look like this lmao. I'm just using it for the beanie and shirt. Lmao. Not me using pictures of my stray kids bias for descriptions. Nope. Not me at all)

Another was based off a photoshoot from a few years ago. I was dressed how, I would be normally. I had one long earring in. My freckles were covered in the actual photoshoot.

She must've added them.

I remember having too much makeup on.

"How long do these normally take?"

"Depends."

"What does that mean?"

"Smaller things take less time for me. Larger things take longer for me. Here. Let me show you one."

She opened the folder and pulled out a drawing of a wolf howling at the moon.

"This one took, I think...15 hours?"

She pointed to the ones in my hand.

"The beanie one took 26 hours. The leather jacket one took 28 hours."

"Do you do it all at once or take breaks?"

"Eh. Depends on what's going on. For these two, I had no breaks since it was over the summer."

"You didn't sleep at all?"

"No. I did sleep. I don't count that as a break though."

Sherry walked back into the room holding a plastic bag.

"Sorry it took so long. I had to go to a few stores."

Calista smiled.

"It's okay. Thank you for going. We've just been looking at my drawings."

I saw something that looked like it was handwritten.

"What's this?"

"Oh! I signed them. I didn't want it to ruin the whole thing so, I found a place that looks okay to sign then I sign it. I put the date next to it too."

"You could make money selling these."

"Eh. My stuff isn't worthy."

"A-are you serious?"

"She's insecure about her artwork."

"Why?"

"Sherry, how many packs did you get?"

Why'd she change the subject?

She walked over to Sherry and took the plastic bag.

"I also picked up your med refills."

"Oh! Good! Thanks!"

Calista put the plastic bag on her bed and opened it.

"Unless you wanna see packs of pads, turn around."

"Huh? Pads?"

They started staring at me.

"What?"

Calista opened the bag and threw something at me and I caught it. I looked at it.

"Oh...period pads...my bad."

"You're such a guy."

"Uhhh. The hell does that mean?"

"You didn't know what we were talking about."

"Okay in MY defense, I've only seen tampons."

"Ew. I hate those."

"I'm not even gonna try them. Anywho..."

She took the pack away from me. She went over to her mini backpack.

"Can one of you help me? I need to open this and see if I need to put more in my wallet thingy."

I walked over to her and unzipped her bag.

"Thanks."

She pulled out a fabric zipper wallet.

"Do you need help with that too?"

"Uhhh...I don't know."

She was able to unzip the wallet.

"1. 2. Yeah I need to put more in here."

She went into her bathroom and opened a drawer. She pulled out 3 flat green wrapped things.

"Uh what's that?"

"Pads. You've seriously have never seen these?"

"No."

"Your mom doesn't use these?"

"Oh...yeah but I've never seen these."

Calista walked back over to me.

"Hold this open."

"Uhhh okay?"

I held the wallet open and she put everything in.

"Can you close it for me too?"

"Yeah. Okay."

I closed it then handed it back to her. She put it in her mini backpack.