"Hey do you remember Samantha?" I ask suddenly, turning away from the television. He doesn't look up from his sketch pad. "She used to live around here."
His fingers continue to dance with the pencil; for the last hour. Nash's little knack for drawing as always interested me. He's always showed me things he's worked on and his works in progress. He amazes me in more ways than one.
"Uh yeah," He licks his lips, still very focused on his drawing. "we used to draw together."
Leaning back on the couch I relax and turn back to the tv, realizing I'm not going to get the attention I want as long as that sketch book is in his hands. Or even eye sight. The tv speaks lightly but it clearly doesn't bother Nash but somehow it's began to bother me.
"I'm going to go upstairs." I tell him but he doesn't really pay attention. My crave for his acknowledgement is really bad sometimes. Considering he's the main person I associate with, I like him to focus on me. Walking pass him, he grabs my arm and pulls me down next him. His arm is around my neck in a friendly manner and he turns the book over to me.
Mostly it's an outline of a body--me. Messy hair and jaw string sweats exactly like the ones I'm wearing right now. I smile, impressed as always.
"Guess I no longer need mirrors. I'll just have you draw what I look like." I chuckle, tracing the corners of the book. I want to run my fingers over the strokes of the pencil but I don't want mess anything up. He shrugs.
"I'd always make you look good." I smile smugly at his reply. "You don't make it much of a task anyways." His gaze lays on his drawing but I feel that rather than looking at it as his drawing he's looking at me, if that makes sense. He clicks his tongue in his mouth and grabs the drawing pad from me.
"hungry, Cameron?" He walks backwards beckoning me to follow him.
I get up and slowly and walk with him to the kitchen. The show is starting and I've got the best seat in the house. "Starving."
