Love in chat

Chapter 1

Third person's pov

“Kiddo, men must be involved in sports instead of drawing like girls.” A tall lad dressed in a jersey uttered mockingly which was followed by laughter.

A group of same aged boys circled around a crouching boy who just lowered his head which was hiding inside a hoodie. He couldn't do anything anyway because he is used to it now.

You can't break something which is already broken right?

Kevin.

One day a little boy was watching tv trying to focus on the cartoon, but still the sounds were inaudible because of the chaos behind him, his parents room.

He is used to it now. His parents never seemed to get along so all the time they were home… they just spend in fighting totally oblivious of the kid who didn't expect anything except  attention but all he got was ignorance which he didn't deserve. Sighing, he took hold of the remote and changed the channel because he couldn't hear a single word from the cartoon because of the loud yells and shoutings.

He boringly changed channels but his fingers came to halt when he saw a guy sketching something. He couldn't hear what he was talking about for obvious reasons but watching the screen itself gave him a sense of relief.

He hurried to his room, and came out holding a rough paper and a pencil. He then started copying the guy's gestures from the screen. He was sketching a rose, a tutorial on how to draw a rose. First he scribbled some rough lines and Kevin followed it, then the lines started turning to a nice shape of rose. Then the guy started darkening the petals and Kevin did too.

After half an hour the guy showed the sketch proudly to the screen and Kevin compared the two by holding the sketch beside the tv screen… it was not as perfect but he liked it. The guy then signed his name in the bottom right corner of the page and so did Kevin.

He liked it that he didn't pay attention to his parents' shoutings because he was so engaged in his sketch. He was smiling looking at the rough yet special paper when he flinched.

When his parent's room was opened with a thud and his dad furiously rushed out of the apartment stomping his feet without sparing a glance to the kid. After a few minutes her mother came outside and started calling her mother's number which he knew was for badmouthing his father.

Was he invisible that his parents didn't even bother to tell him to go to sleep which normally parents did.

Sighing he took the paper and moved to his room, he pasted the paper on his wall.

Days passed like this and now the grown up boy doesn't expect people to pay him attention.

Solitude is his home. He is happy alone. He doesn't need anyone.

At least he convinced himself so.

For the first time Kevin felt different, he felt needed when a girl decided to step into his life. Kevin's sketches that were always looked down upon interested a girl, motivates her, inspires her.

He never wanted to inspire others by his work… he just did it for himself but it felt different or strangely good. Of course Kevin had a fair amount of followers in his instagram profile but mostly were for purpose… people wanted to hire him or some cringy girls taking everything romantically… also a countable number of close ones. But Mia didn't seem like any of the above. She appreciated his work just like Kevin did.

Their chats brought a smile to his face unknowingly when Kevin is not the type of person to smile, chuckle or laugh frequently.

And also she asked him if he was okay. Kevin always thought he was more than okay than anyone… because he enjoyed being with himself immersing him in art but Mia's just one question, ‘Are you okay?’ made him question his opinion.