"Hello Sam." I hurried in.
"Hi Jay. It's about time!"
"I'm really sorry. The patient before you was an old lady who seemed to never stop talking. She was sweet though. I think she just wanted someone to talk to." I frowned and handed Sam her medicine.
She gulped it down but looked sad. Samantha tied her hair back into a loose ponytail. I could see now that she held a sketchbook in her lap.
"Wait... you draw?" I asked in utter surprise.
"Yeah. I'm not very good though."
I paced around the room excitedly and Sam giggled at me. "This is so cool! I do too."
"Cool." Sam said nonchalantly, moving her sketchbook aside.
"You know what this means, just Sam?"
"What?" She looked bored.
"It means that you have to show me now."
She just raised one eyebrow slowly.
"Oh, come on! Please?"
"Not happening, pill boy."
I threw my hands up in mock frustration. "What if I gave you a surprise tomorrow? You like surprises, don't you?"
"All right. I submit to your ways. Just promise not to laugh, Jay."
I immediately grabbed up her sketch book and retreated to the corner of the room where she couldn't steal it back. When it opened, I was speechless. My mouth formed the shape of an O, and I gasped.
"Jay?"
I pointed to it and smiled stupidly.
"Earth to Jay!"
"It's amazing, just... amazing."
The paper was full, edge to edge, of a sketch depicting an elephant. Elegant wrinkles fanned out across the page. A big set of eyes were drawn, so realistic it looked as if the elephant were about to blink. Its trunk curled around the bottom edge of the book and reached up to its mouth. Despite its realism, it also had a big, red heart smack dab on its chest. For a moment, I couldn't breathe.
"Do you like it?" She inquired, wincing a little at my reaction.
"Yeah." I breathed.
I flipped pages left and right, every drawing more stunning than the last.
"Ok," She ripped the book from my grasp. "Your turn."
"But I don't have any of my-"
"Then draw one." She flipped her sketchbook to the next blank page.
"I'm not sure if-"
"Draw!"
She tossed me the pen and I pressed it to the paper immediately. Tilting the book so she couldn't see, I scooted away.
"Oh, come on James!"
I gave her a frown. "It's just Jay."
She playfully smacked my arm.
A couple long minutes passed before I finally had the nerve to show her. It was a bird in flight. Each feather had its own unique pattern on it. My drawings were much less realistic, but added a bit of imagination to them.
"Wow. It's awesome."
"I just sorta... threw it together... it's nothing special, but..."
She ripped it out of the book, placed a strip of tape on it, and hung it at the head of her bed. "There."
I smiled. "Really?"
"Uh huh. You've been such a great friend and all, so I sort of had to." I blushed.
"Now go, pill boy. You are ten minutes late."
"Oh my gosh! Bye!" I ran out of the room jovially.
She said we were friends!
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No Wings To Fly
Teen Fiction"Your Wings Were Ready But My Heart Was Not." ~David Fylnn A girl and boy hopelessly fall for each-other when the world seems like it is crashing down around them. The two try to find themselves and alter their future together, though they are give...
