Graffiti; s.m. c.c.

six

{Camila}

Shawn and I walked back to my house. Neither of us brought up the kiss, thank god. I never said I didn't like him but all of this is new to me. I've only ever had one boyfriend and that was in fifth grade so I don't actually count it. I really liked Shawn but I was not about to admit that to him or even myself. If I admitted it I might fall for him. Then what happens when he has to leave me?

Once my house came into view I was relieved to see no cars in the driveway. Shawn walked closely behind me through the house and back to my bed room. I pulled open the window letting a gust of cool air in. I swung my legs out of the window letting my feet hit the roof, Shawn looked at me in confusion.

I motioned for him to follow me, "Come on." Shawn didn't move he just stared. "I promise I won't make you jump again." I carefully walked to the middle of the roof and sat down on the hump. A few moments later Shawn joined me. I loosely hugged my knees to my chest trying to keep warm. The sun started to go down clouds sparsely covered the orange-ish pink sky.

"I come out here and draw the sunset," I answered the question I knew Shawn was dying to ask.

He looked at me with a small grin on his face, "Draw me."

"Seriously? I'm not very good at realism."

Shawn nodded as I stood up and walked back to my bed room window. I grabbed pad of paper and my pencil case. I quickly sat down a few feet away from Shawn.

Normally I'd see things in my daily life that inspired me. I'd go home and draw what ever I saw in my own way. Most of the time I had created so many variations it wouldn't even resemble the image I saw.

I pulled out a sharpened pencil then flipped to a blank page. Quickly I sketched Shawn's body and the sunset behind him. Then my mind took over. I started drawing things that weren't there. I sketched a small guitar on Shawn's right arm peaking out of his rolled up sweatshit sleeve as if it were a tattoo. In the sky I drew cloud in the shape of an S then another in the shape of an M. Neither were extremely noticeable which is how I liked my drawings. Small variations that would go unnoticed unless you were specifically searching for them.  Once I had every small detail sketched out I began coloring it in. I started with the sunset knowing that it soon would turn to darkness.

Shawn smiled while running his hand through his hair, "Stop moving Mendes," I warned. He rolled his eyes while looking at his phone. "Camila I've been sitting here for almost an hour.

"You're the one that wanted me to draw you so bad. So sit still."

I continued drawing my colored pencils against the paper filled the air. The drawing was almost finished but it looked incomplete. I groaned in frustration.

{Shawn}

Camila placed her pencils forcefully back in their case. "Can I see it?"

"No it looks like trash," She looked completely defeated.

Before she could object anymore I grabbed the sketchbook from her hands. I started flipping through the filled pages as Camila pulled at my arms. Her tiny body did no damage to me. Finally I landed on a page, a beautiful sunset was depicted behind me sitting on the roof. It was absolutely stunning. The way the colors of the sunset blended. The way my hair shined from what was left of the sun. You could see every detail down to the roof tiles.

"This is amazing," I spoke aloud.

Camila reached up and grabbed the sketchbook I loosed my grip not wanting to rip any of the pages.

She gritted her teeth looking at her work, "I don't think it quite does you justice."

"I think its amazing. Can I keep it?"

"Uh be my guest," Camila forcefully ripped out the drawing then handed it to me. I looked at the piece once more a smile spread across my face. She picked a lead pencil up once more and drew something quickly on the right corner of the page before ripping the page from the book and handing it to me. Her signature was daintily on the bottom of the page, barely legible. 

Camila slid all of her art supplies into a tattered bag, "You got your wallet on you?"

"Uh I think so," I mumbled as I patted down my pockets feeling my checkbook in my right pocket.

"Well lets get going then. It might be a long night," a smile was plastered across her face as she stood up, her back strewn across her shoulder. Camila threw her bag onto her bed from the roof, it landed with a thud. Once all of her belongings were inside she closed the window her grin remained large.

"Camila," I whined.

"Shawn," She mocked.

I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted like a five year old, "Not happening." I shook my head, "I'm not jumping again."

"Oh come on," Camila moved toward me she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I'll even let you hold my hand."

I don't know if it was the way she looked at me. She looked so happy. Her hair was messily thrown into a bun, nude make up covered her face. Or maybe it was the thought of getting to touch her without her rejecting me. But I held my hand out. Camila placed hers in mine. The size difference was humor able.

She looked at me with an adorable grin I smiled back. "1...2..." Camila counted slowly. We both bent our knees and jumped skipping the third count. A scream escaped my mouth Camila's adorable giggle resurfaced. To my surprise we landed feet first on the ground. I held my hand to my chest, feeling my heart beat rhythmically.

"See your fine. Come on lets go," Camila waved for me to follow her as she pranced down the street.

We briskly walked until we reached a small story. Camila reached for the door I pulled her sleeve causing her to turn around.

"What if he recognizes me."

"Stop being a pussy. Hes a fifty five year old man, he probably still has a land line. I doubt hes going to recognize you," she tried to reassure me. I had a habit of worrying about things that weren't practical.

She grabbed my hand with hers and pulled me into the store. Camila waved to the store owner with a smile as she grabbed a car and began walking  me to the spray paint section. Her eyes scanned the paints she grabbed cans and looked at the lables. I grew bored watching her and decided to take a look around. I found a pair of masts that may be useful for us. I slipped one of the masks on and looked for Camila.

"Luke I am your father," I did my best Darth Vader impression.

She lifted it off my face with a smile, "Star Wars nerd now?"

I shrugged, "Eh more of a Harry Potter fan."

One by one Camila placed cans of spray paint into the cart. We walked to the counter, the casheer looked at me obviously judging. He slowly scanned the paints. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the receipt.

"One hundred and fifty dollars Camila are you fucking kidding me," I questioned angerly through my teeth.

She nudged me with her elbow rolling her eyes, "Oh please thats nothing to you Daddy Warbucks."

I exhaled my frustrations and pulled out my check book. My checks had the Canadian sky line on them, the CN tower prominetly visible. It pained me to rip out the check, spending money never really was my forte. Camila swung the bag of paints back into the cart she placed her foot on the bottom rack and pushed herself up.

"Go go go," Camila yelled once she was sitting. Quickly I ran out of the quaint shop, pushing the cart as fast as I possibly could. The elderly man yelled to us but we were too far down the road to hear what he was saying.

We giggled as we rushed down the poorly lit road.

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Sorry that this chapter wasnt super intertaining. I'm contemplating writing an imagines book solely because I want to.. i hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Thank you -R.L.T.