A Boy's Love

Ch.1

 DAWN'S POV.

                 I looked at my paper. My sketching paper. The paper on which I was currently sketching a picture of Max. My lines were messy, but that is how I always start my drawings, with rough, messy sketches before I ink it and clear it up. It was a good thing that I had photographic memory, otherwise it would be harder for me to draw him with all his moving around. I already had a lie made up, in case Max saw that I was drawing him, and asked why. "I wanted to practice,"  I'd say, "and you were the first person I saw."  It was foolproof.

                   I always found that a weird saying; 'Foolproof.' If a plan is foolproof, then it might not work on someone who is not a fool. The only reason I use the word is because I haven't thought of a good replacement. Maybe I could use something like; 'not-a-fool-Proof', or 'geniusproof." Yeah, maybe I should go with geniusproof.

                   The teacher, Mrs. Possible, finished whatever she was doing and walked to the front of the class, and tapped on the bored in front of her to gain everyone's attention. Everyone, except for myself,(I was still drawing) looked up at the teacher as she began speaking. After explaining what we were going to do, she began taking role of the class. "James Samuel..." "Here" "Dawn Taylor... Dawn Taylor..." Mrs. Possible must have noticed me sitting in my seat, as she yelled my name, which got my attention. "Here!" I said quickly, a bit embarrassed. "Would you like to come up and show the class what you are working on?" Mrs. Possible asked. "N-no, that's okay." I said. "I'll just put this stuff away..." But she had already walked over, and she grabbed my sketchbook from my desk. She walked back up to the front of the class, and held my sketchbook out for everyone to see.

MAX'S POV.

                  "Looks like you, wouldn't you say, Mr. Donabell?" Mrs. Possible asked me. 'Yeah," I said with a laugh as I looked over at Dawn. We weren't exactly friends, but I would hang around him when there was no one else to talk to. "Why'd you draw me?" I asked. The question came out more harshly than I meant it to. I saw as he looked away. He mumbled incoherently. "Please speak up, Mr. Taylor. We do not have all day." Mrs.Possible said. "I wanted to practice..." He said, his voice barely audible. "...And you were the first person I saw so..."

                    I shook my head, a huge smile on my face. I couldn't help but smile. Don't get me wrong, I am not gay, But damn is he cute. I know Max likes me. I'm not saying that because I am a self-centered prick, but because he makes it so prominent. This isn't the first time he has drawn me, after all. (First time he got caught, though)He blushes when I make him laugh, and he constantly looks me over.

                    I've wanted to tell him, that I don't swing his way, but I think he knows that. Its not like he tries to get with me, either. I've got a girlfriend, and he seems to respect- or at least tries to respect(Again, the drawings)- our boundaries.

                     I returned my attention to the sketchbook. The picture was a stunning likeness of myself. I was impressed, to say the least.

I hope you enjoyed! It's short, but sweet! More chapters coming out, so be waiting!