c/n and I are both sitting on the edge of his bed criss-cross applesauce. He's hovered over his sketch book, completely focused on whatever he's drawing.
I close my eyes and breath in this beautiful, calm moment. I can smell his sweet cologne, I can feel the soft bed sheets on my thighs, and I can hear the music playing from the speakers that we set up near his closet. I tap my finger to the beat of "Arabella" by Arctic Monkeys.
I love Arctic Monkeys so much right now, like they're all I've listened to for the past week.
c/n lets out a long breath beside me, and I open back up my eyes to see what he's doing now. He's still concentrated on his artwork, which he is aggressively erasing a section of at the moment.
I scooch closer to him and lean over to try to catch a glimpse of what he's drawing. He's pretty secretive when it comes to his sketches, so I usually don't get to see any of them. I usually just sit next to him for the company, which is fine with me.
I crane my neck and focus my sights on the girl that's plastered on the page. She has messy curls lying on her shoulders and a big smile is pasted onto her lips. Freckles mark the top of her nose and the corners of her flushed cheeks.
"She's pretty," I tell c/n as he flicks his pencil to make the girl's eyebrows.
I see a smile form on his lips as my words reach his ears. He looks up from his notebook and meets my gaze. A small chuckle escapes his parted lips, and he shakes his head slightly before returning his attention to his drawing.
"What?" I ask, jabbing his side, "What's funny?"
c/n sets down his pencil and looks at the picture of the pretty girl on the notebook. He slides his fingers across the edge of the page as he admires his work. Another huff of air leaves his mouth as he looks back up at me.
"I drew you," he states simply.
My mouth sits ajar as I glance from the sketch to the boy beside me. In the background, the song switches to "Snap Out of It," and c/n begins to hum to the tune as he watches my shocked expression with a grin.
"I'm not that pretty," I point at the girl's chin, "My skin is never that clear."
He reaches his arm up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Darling," he says, "No drawing could ever capture your beauty..."
YOU ARE READING
Crush Imagines
Romance" I reached out, desperate to touch the angel. But I withdrew my hand after thinking about the consequences if I did so. " All of my crush imagines in one book. Requests are open!! - - - > [ Ongoing ]
