Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 20

The next few days went on beautifully. We both attended our lessons, kissed at home, and spend the evening watching some movies together. Although we never went past the kissing part, I still enjoyed it a lot.

Today was Wednesday, the last day of school before Thanksgiving. None of the teachers were saying anything relevant to our next test, so I just didn't pay any attention to them. All my attention was focused on Bradley, who was sitting in the front row - like always - and writing notes from what the teachers had said. My little nerd. It was cute.

Just then, I got an amazing idea. I waited until the teacher went to get something. When they did, I took all of my stuff and moved into the first row, to sit with the boy who had occupied my mind. I sat down quietly, and just stared at Bradley, waiting for him to notice me. After a few moments, he did, when he reached into his bag. He jumped, dropping his pencil. I went to pick it up at the same time as he did. Our hands brushed, and Bradley blushed. I only raised one eyebrow, amused.

"So you are into cliches, huh? Good to know," I teased, looking Bradley up and down, ideas already blossoming in my mind. Bradley scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. They just work, that's why they're called cliches because they work. The spark, the love..." he started mumbling, turning away from me, leaving me with his blushed fingers. I smiled, the perfect idea coming into my head. "So which cliche are we then, 'bad boy and the nerd'?" I didn't think of myself as a bad boy, but what else was I supposed to say? "No, ew. In no way are you a bad boy. You are a golden retriever with piercings." "Does the 'golden retriever and black cat dynamic' work for you? I think that could be us." Bradley only shook his head, smiling.

The teacher came back, continuing with the lesson I had no interest on. But Bradley had. He was listening intensively, and taking notes. Notes... I took out my notebook and ripped out a page. I took a pencil from Bradley's collection and started drawing Bradley. I was bad at drawing. I really sucked. But I tried to make the drawing as realistic as possible.

Somewhere along the process, Bradley noticed my poor excuse for art. He didn't say anything, just started a drawing of his own. By the middle of the second lesson, my abomination was done. I must say, I was proud of it. I took a quick picture, before writing Bradley's name on it with little hearts instead of the dots on the i's. I liked it, it looked... OK.

I handed the picture to Bradley, awaiting his reaction. When he saw it, he stopped drawing and took a long glance at the paper. He looked at every inch of the paper, examining it. Then he read his name, he smiled, and went back to his drawing. He started erasing something and replacing it. I wanted to know what he was doing, but he didn't let me look.

After some time, Bradley seemed happy with the results and gave me the paper. I took the drawing, looked at it and- I did not expect that. It looked damn near a photo. It looked so realistic. On the paper, there was my upper body, drawn really realistically. All the details of my skin were there as well. Under the picture, there was my name, with a star instead of the A in MAX.

I looked over to the artist, who was still inspecting my drawing with a smile on his face. I was at a loss for words. How could he find that, THAT, worth smiling at? "Where did you learn how to draw like this? It looks so amazing," I whispered, scooting closer to him. "I don't know. I just have the talent for it. I actually didn't draw in forever, so you saying it's good moved with me," he smiled. This smile!!! He definitely wasn't smiling enough. He looked so gorgeous.

For the rest of the lesson, Bradley tried to teach me how to properly draw faces. Until the end of the lesson, I could draw the face shape, but not how to fill up the face. "One step at a time," was all Bradley set at my complaint about not being able to draw as well as Picasso after one drawing lesson.