Picture Perfect (Larvis-ish)

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POV: Larry Johnson



I sit in my room drawing the one and only Travis Phelps, Which is  weird, because I hate him. I hate his guts. I hate everything about him, but he looks so.. nice? I don't know how to explain it. He looks fun to draw, I'm just gonna say that. He's fun to draw and that's all. Nothing else.

 For some reason, I've been noticing small details about him, like how he has a scar on his eyebrow, or how he has weirdly sharp teeth. I feel like a weirdo every time I notice these things. I feel as if only a stalker would notice these things. I wonder what the group would think of me. 

I'm just gonna finish this painting. I gotta add his one fucking million and two freckles now. How does one have these many freckles?? Save some for the rest of us, god damn. The freckles make him look like a strawberry. I've always found them a bit silly. I remember when we were little. I used to tease him about his freckles all the time. I always catch myself missing that time. 

I also just caught myself smiling at the thought of Travis. I think I smoked too much. This is not normal behavior. I think I have officially lost my mind. I've gotta stop smoking so much. 






This chapter is pretty short. Sorry about that! I just don't really know what else to add. :(


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