Levi Jones is your typical emo boy. He's got the hair, the eyeliner, and the dark skinny jeans to prove it. All seems right in his boring little world until Maybelline Powers shows up, a pretty in pink kind of girl who steals his heart.
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I had successfully sketched out Maybelline Powers in all her glory. It had been safely protected in my binder the rest of that week and all the weekend. Now we were onto our second week of knowing each other, and I wanted to give it to her..I so badly wanted her to have this picture, but the very thought of handing it to her and leaving myself so open and vulnerable like that made my heart jump to my throat. 'Oh god, there she is' I thought as I saw her walking down the hall. I watched as she paused to take a drink at the fountain, her lips slightly pursed as she sipped the water. I dared to admit that I imagined kissing them, having her lips pursed like that against my own. Amy leaned against the wall beside her, chatting away about something, most likely her newest boy trip. I bit my lip, and hugged the binder close to my chest as I forced myself to walk up to her. "Hey Maybelline." I said, offering a small wave. She glanced over and smiled at me, Amy just frowned. "We actually call her May. It's easier to pronounce than Maybelline and she prefers the nickname." On top of bitchy tone I was also rewarded a smug smirk, knowing Amy was rubbing it in that she was closer to Maybelline than I was, and she knew it would bug me because of my crush on Maybelline. Maybelline waved her off, promising to meet with her in a minute. With a flip of blonde hair Amy strutted away. Maybelline shook her head, "Sorry about that. I actually don't mind if you call me Maybelline." I offered a half smile, "I'm glad. To be honest I don't think I could refer to you as May in good conscience..no offence." The quizzical look on Maybelline's face led me into the story of my baby sister. "Oh Levi I am so sorry." She reached out and touched my fingers that were currently wrapped around the binder, I did my best to ignore the accelerated rate of my heart. "I actually didn't come over for sob stories." I said "There's something I wanted to give you." I reached down to the binder, opening it up and then I handed her over the sketch work. She turned it over, blank page turning into lines and scribbles of a pencil which resulted in a face of a young girl, resulted into the face of Maybelline. She looked at it for a moment, seeming to study the picture without emotion. 'This was stupid..I'm sixteen not ten..drawings and pictures are for kids!' I folded my arms across my chest, feeling embarrassed now. "I'm sorry..it's stupid. I can take it back and just-" I reached out for the paper but she pulled back, shaking her head. "Levi this is beautiful." She smiled at me and I felt my insecurities wash away. I smiled back, "You think so?" "Oh man I only wish I could draw like this." She held it up to the light, "Such detail, I can practically see the individual strands of hair. Who is it?" I looked at her, a little surprised she didn't recognize herself. "It's-It's you Maybelline." I said. She looked at me in shock, then back to the paper. "Honestly? No, this girl is far too pretty to be me." I heard the laugh in her voice, but saw the sad smile. This hurt me. It hurt to know that she could look herself in the mirror each day and not believe she was beautiful. "Well, that's just how I see you." My voice was soft, I sounded like a child. My eyes were on the floor and I couldn't bring myself to look at her to see her reaction. "Thank you Levi." She said, and I looked up in time to see her put the sketch in her textbook. "I may just frame that." She smiled at me again, that big beautiful smile that I seemed to fall for every time I saw it. Then she waved goodbye and walked away to meet up with Amy. I had to linger a moment, my legs feeling like jelly after all that talk with her. I never realized how nervous I had been to give her that drawing until I had given it to her, I couldn't help but think if it had gone in a much more negative way..'But it didn't' I reminded myself, reminding myself it went well so I shouldn't worry anymore. I looked to the clock, I still had forty five minutes of lunch break to hang out with my friends. Before I left to meet with them all, I gave her locker a final glance. I felt proud knowing that my drawing was safely tucked away in one of her books in that very space. That pride showed on my face, as I simply couldn't help but smile.
