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Alex pulled his glasses off his face and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He whined in frustration and set his glasses down on the bar counter, in his kitchen, he sat in front of. He pulled his headphones off and a voice flooded into his ears.
"¿Estás bien?" "Are you okay?" His friend, Roier asked. He had come over to watch a movie he rented with Alex but the shorter man was busy with other things, so Roier watched it alone, well actually, Tiger sat with him. Roier turned his head away from the TV when he didn't get a response, he noticed Alex scribbling over his work.
Roier stood from the couch and walked over to the counter, he leaned over his friend's shoulder and stared at the mess. "She's-- I cant.." Alex breathed out, his voice broke. Roier took one of the papers off the counter and stared at it. On the counter were multiple papers scattered across the marble, on each paper was a drawing, scribbled out or considered decent enough to survive.
"These are good!" Roier assured his friend. He brought the paper he held to Alex's face. "Who is she?" He asked, trying to figure out who Alex's muse was.
Alex snatched the paper from Roier's hand and stared at the drawing of you. He bit down on nothing, grinding his teeth together accidentally. "No one, I made her up" Alex lied. He scooped up all the sketches that he hadn't destroyed and put them in a small pile. He then grabbed all the scribbled out ones and crumpled them up.
"Ah," Roier nodded. "She looks familiar though!" He shrugged and walked back over to the couch, dropping down and continuing his movie. Alex was glad Roier ignored the thought.
Alex slid his glasses back onto his face and grabbed his art. He shuffled through the papers, commenting on his work under his breath. He wasn't an artist, or so he claimed. Of course, he wasn't the next Michaelangelo, but people would totally pay him ten bucks to draw them. Alex exhaled and set the papers down.
He paused his Walkman after realizing he hadn't before. Alex took his glasses off once more, this time to wipe away the steam that had built up from the heat of his skin. He glanced at Roier and then looked back at the sketches. Alex grabbed the papers and went to the kitchen, he then stuck each piece of paper up on his fridge with the fridge magnets he owned.
