The drawings

8

~~joeys pov~~
"Do you want to see my drawings" Brooke asked with excitement in her eyes I could tell she wanted me to see her drawings. Out of her bag she pulls out a notebook a thick one .The cover off it was blue with a flower design and her full name
Brooklyn Dianne Hale
"You never told me your full name" I said holding her notebook in my hands.
"What's your full name" she asked.
Joseph trotta
"Oh as in Albert Trotta"she asked. I didn't want to talk about my father he was not in my thoughts and I wanted it to stay that way."yes that's him and I'm not exactly proud that he's my dad"I said with a straight face ."we don't have to talk about him if you don't want to"she said putting her arm around my shoulder."thanks for understanding" I said smiling at her to let her know I'm ok. I open up her notebook to see all these colorful and creative drawings all of them had captions and dates. Her notebook was so neat and organized. Unlike mine. But what really matters is the drawings. "Wow these are amazing "I said complementing her drawings. "Thanks " she said resting her chin on my shoulder while her arms were gently around my neck. Basically cuddling me."you are a little snuggle bug" I said chuckling."oh sorry" she said getting up."no come back I like it"I said holding my arms out." Ok do i have to" she said jokingly."yes get over here snuggle bug" I said."alright fine"she said sarcastically. She came up to me and did the same thing she did before. "This is my favorite one she said pointing to the page. It showed a little girl with a dandelion making a wish sitting in the grass. "I like it too" I said. "Do you know the girl" I asked. "Yeah she's my sister she passed away 4 months ago from a car accident it's been rough on the family for the past 4 months she was only 8"she said as her smile started to fade away. It stayed quiet for a few minutes. I don't have any siblings so I don't know what it feels like to lose some one like that."I miss her so much " she said her head was in her hands and I saw a tear trickle down her face ."I'm so sorry" I said bringing her close and hugging her. We swayed back and forth she was still holding on and so was I. I could hear her sniffles as her grip on me loosened.

~~Brooklyns pov ~~
We swayed back and forth as Joey held me stroking my hair and making me feel better. I let go of him although I wish we could have stayed like that forever.
"Are you alright" he said putting his hands on my shoulders. "Yeah thank you for that" I said."anytime " is all he said. "To Change the mood do you want to play around with some colors" He asked while picking up a paint brush. "Sure" I said grabbing colors and a paint brush. As we were painting we learned more about each other."so besides painting and drawing what else do you do"I asked while dipping my brush in orangey peach color."well I play guitar and I like to play soccer."interesting"I said.
"What about you"he asked. "I like to sing and take pictures"I said. We have a lot in common we both like the same music and were into art . It's just perfect. "That's cool" he said stroking his brush against the canvas. "Do you want to go to my room"I asked. "Yeah lemme just finish this " he said adding a couple more strokes. I looked over at him he looks so cute when he's focused."what did you paint?" He asked as he continued painting his."a sunset"I simply said. "Mine is a beach"he said he putting  his paint brush down and wiping his forehead of course getting paint on his face . He stepped back to admire his work "hey not to shabby" he said. I went to the sink and got a paper towel and wet it so He could wipe the paint off his face. "Come here" I said motioning my hands. "What?" He asked confused. "You have paint on your face"I told him giggling on how stupid he looks. "Oh where?" He asked touching all over his face. I stood back and rose an eyebrow. "Now you have it all over your face dummy" I said laughing at him. "Wash the paint of your hands then your face" I said handing him the paper towel. He makes more of a mess than a 3 year old. " can we go to your dorm now?" He asked. " yeah let's go I said grabbing my bag and his drawing. "Can I have this "I asked talking about his drawing. "Of course you can I made it for you"he said wrapping his arm around me."Here we are"I said unlocking the door. "Wow it's really neat in here" he said amazed on how organized I am. "I know and I'd like to keep it that way so don't touch anything" I said sounding like my mom."ok ok I won't touch anything" he said putting his hands up in defense . I rolled my eyes. "Nice cameras" he said looking around my room. "Thanks"I said enjoying how impressed he was. "You should show me how to take good pictures and you could be my model" he said smirking. "That would be fun" I said. "Really?" He asked while focusing the lens . "Did you think I was kidding of course I would be your model" I said. "Oh really"he said with a smirk. "Anytime" I walked away then whipping my hair off my shoulder. He held his hand over his heart faking heart beats. "Let's have a dance party" I said with smirk . "Sounds like fun" he said. I looked through my records and picked out a Michael Jackson record. Typical girl teenage girl in the 90s. "Ayye play some Mj" he said trying to sound cool but failing miserably."please don't talk like that again"I said while laughing. He was laughing to. As soon as "Billy Jean"came on he went full on Michael Jackson mode I mean it was pretty hilarious. And pretty cute.

Sorry for the long chapters but yeah thanks for reading btw creds to me for taking that picture on the beach. 😉