Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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I watched as Elena, Blair, and Damon worked at the craft booth with the kids. Elena was helping a group of small children make something while Blair and Damon dealt with some of the older kids. I helped out as well, but my mind wasn't completely focused on the task at hand. Instead, I found myself stealing glances at Elena, my thoughts wandering.
Each time I looked at her, I couldn't help but notice how delicate and graceful she was. Despite her albinism, there was something about her that drew my attention. She had this air of fragility about her, yet also strength. Her white hair and fair skin contrasted sharply against her vibrant blue eyes, and her rosy pink lips always seemed to be moving, either talking or smiling.
'Man, This is suck.'
As I continued to watch her, I caught myself thinking about the way she blushed when I called her "snowflake". I had meant it in a teasing way at first, a nickname to highlight her albinism. But there was something about her reaction that stuck with me. Her cheeks had flushed a soft pink, and she had looked both angry and flustered at the same time. It was endearing, and it made me want to tease her even more.
'Cute snowflake'
I found myself silently watching her for a while longer, taking in every small detail about her. The way she helped the kids with their crafts, the soft and gentle way she spoke, the way her hair fell in waves against her shoulders. It was odd to find myself so captivated by someone I had initially teased and yet still, fallen for. But yeah, there was something about her that intrigued me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.
The event continued, and I helped out here and there, but my mind was still focused on Elena. I watched as she interacted with the kids, her laughter and smiles captivating me further. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye, and I found myself wanting to know her better, to understand what lay beneath her delicate exterior.
Eventually, I decided to join Elena and the kids at the craft booth, feeling restless and wanting to be near her. I approached, finding her crouched down, guiding a couple of kids in making something with colorful beads and string.
Elena looked up as I neared, her blue eyes meeting mine. Her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, likely because she hadn't expected me to voluntarily come over. I smirked at her reaction, enjoying the way her lips parted slightly in shock.
'Adorable!'
"Scared of me or somethin'?" I quipped jokingly, trying to hide my true motives for coming over. Elena huffed, rolling her eyes at me, but there was a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her pink lips.
"I'm not scared of you," she replied, her voice quiet yet firm. "Just didn't expect you to willingly come over." She turned back to the kids, helping them with their bead-stringing, while I stand beside her, watching her slender fingers deftly work with the beads.
