•DESTINED•

•Chapter Eleven•

Another night without sleep. Another night where I can't draw Evan the way I see him. Beautiful.

I sketched everything I saw earlier that day, including the lilac tree.

Only then... Could I draw Evan properly. Not his face this time.

Just his back.

I draw him beside the lilac tree, watching me smell the petals of the pretty tree.

Then I drew myself as best as I could, leaning against him as I did earlier when he showed me where the spider was.

Except I didn't draw the spider. I drew blades of grass that grew nearly to our knees, I drew myself looking less tense than what I felt earlier, I drew the side view of his face; I made the facial expression he wore look less arrogant and more... Desirable.

I drew the stream beside us, and added the orchids. I also added the Lilac tree on the side.

My eyes started feeling heavy...

Then I turned over the eleventh page of my sketch pad that I bought especially for this vacation, knowing I'd see beautiful sights.

And I have.

My eyes flutter closed briefly, but I jolt upright and shove my palms against my eyes to wake myself up.

I draw Evan and I again. This time, it's not of us doing something we've already done.

This time, I'm drawing in my sleepy state. This time, I draw myself sitting on his lap, my head resting on his chest as he cradles me.

We both look content.

As though we were meant to be.

Maybe I should get some sleep now... Maybe my delusions are getting worse...
Maybe it's a bad thing...
Or maybe it's good...

He's waiting for me at the barn. He's busy grooming one of the horses. When he sees me, he pulls me to him and plants a kiss on my lips as if it were perfectly normal and pulls away.
I smile up at him as he slides his hardworking hands on my waist, gently. Then his hands slides to my stomach, where butterflies fight to get out-

"Wakey, wakey!" Aunt Portia yells into my ear.

There's a trickle of drool down my cheek that escaped from my slightly open mouth.

"Wha now?" I mumble.

"It's time to get up," aunt Portia says firmly, I hear curtain hooks scraping against the curtain rail as the curtains open.

Bright light streams in.

I scrunch my eyes firmly shut, even though it wasn't open to begin with.

"Please," I beg, "lemme sleep."

"I did. It's time for lunch," aunt Portia says.

I frown, my eyes still closed, "Lunch?"

"Yep. I came in here earlier and thought you were dead but you rolled over and said something in your sleep so I left you."

"Okay..." I feel myself drifting off.

The blankets fly off me.

"Up!" Aunt Portia yells.

I jolt upright, my brain processing the fact that aunt Portia just pulled my blankets of me.

"Our neighbors invited us for lunch by the dam. Not the dam you found, it's a dam closer to their place," aunt Portia says.

I groan, "You talking about Evan's place?"

"His parents' place," aunt Portia says, "and, yes, them."

"No," I recline on the bed.