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five

"where'd you learn how to draw like that?"

mary-kate and nash have been back and forth asking each other questions about their lives, and sharing comments and ideas about their viewings on certain things. they were both equally happy to finally be connecting with each other; considering the fact that before they'd just stare off into the ground in complete silence.

"uh," she began, tapping the paper of her small sketch book whilst crossing her legs. "i didn't learn from anyone, really. i just think, then draw, i guess." she shrugs, then chuckling to herself and looking back at nash. "just think, then draw." she repeats.

he hums, nodding his head and examining the last drawing she'd edited.

he nodded, examining it a little bit more before noticing that she'd pull her bottom lip in between her teeth. he tapped his foot anxiously, trying to hold himself together.

god, he thought, she's so beautiful.

he got lost in his thoughts; he didn't realize that he said that aloud.

"what?" she giggles, pulling a few tresses of her curly hair behind her ear. nash tried not to look at her, knowing that it would only make him even more nervous. but he did, anyway.

he nodded no, and quickly thought of something else he could ask her to change the subject. his cheeks felt hot and his hands were shaking, he didn't want to like the way she made him feel. but he couldn't even help it.

"you're cute." she smiled. "but i didn't just say that."

he laughed, dipping his head down and watching his hair fall to the sides of his face from the corner of his eyes.

"yeah," he chuckles. "you're cute, too. and i didn't just say that."

mary-kate giggles again, not even knowing where this friendship with nash was going. and frankly, she didn't care. she was enjoying his presence. and as far as she knew, he was enjoying her's, too.

she stuck her sketch book back into her small luggage, yawning for a short amount of time then reaching over to her zipper and pulling it down - removing her navy-blue colored jacket. underneath she wore a blue, oversized sweatshirt that read 'chicago'.

nash smiled, for no reason. he always thought it was nice for people to represent where they came from, or where they once were.

she smiled back to nash, noticing his stare. she'd grown used to having him stare at her a lot. even though she'd never understand why. mary-kate never found herself to be an attractive person, and never will. but she thought that maybe he liked to read people, and understand things.

"do you ever wonder about if we're all just living in someone else's dream?" she asks. nash was already aware of her admiration for philosophy, and the whole concept of understanding and questioning the world, and often, he would do it, too. but mary-kate took this to another level. she was a very open-minded person.

nash nods, he never actually thought about this. and it never occurred to him that the possibilities of how the human race lives are endless. "uh, no. not really. until now, at least."

she nods, looking back out the terminal window. thinking of something else, perhaps. she constructed most of the conversation between them. that was a first for nash. for he'd never be this nervous to talk to a girl.