"And she always had a way with her brokenness. She would take her pieces and make them beautiful."
-R.M. Drake
I was walking down the street with a pencil in my one hand and my sketch book in another. It was a nice day out and I needed something to draw. My drawings haven't been the best lately.
I headed to a park and my eyes landed on a girl sitting all alone under a tree. She was drawing as well. She had dark brown hair and it was messily placed in a bun on her head with loose pieces of hair framing her face. She was very pretty.
I sat down on the bench near the girl. I couldn't help but pay more attention to her than my sketchbook.
I decided on trying to befriend her. She looked lonely and maybe she wanted some company. I stood up from the bench and walked over to her.
"Uh, hi. I noticed that you like to draw and so do I and maybe we could draw together." I rambled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. I was very nervous because as I got closer to her, I saw more features and she was even more beautiful.
The girl smiled up at me. Her smile was beautiful. "Yeah, of course." She said to me. She moved over so I could sit down next to her against the tree.
"I'm Ethan Dolan." I introduced myself and put my hand out.
She took my hand and gave it a gently shake. "I'm Maeve Connors. It's nice to meet you."
Maeve. That was a gorgeous name.
"What do you like to draw Ethan?" Maeve asked as she peeked over to my sketchbook.
I flipped through some of my pictures. Some were portraits of my brother, some were scenery; they were all different.
"Wow," she breathed out, "you're really good. I like that one a lot. Is that your brother?" Maeve placed her finger on the picture of my brother and I hugging.
I smiled at her. No one in my family really knew I that I liked to draw besides Grayson. I kept it to myself. Now I had someone to talk about my art with and they'll actually understand.
"Let me see your drawings." I said. Maeve handed me her book and I flipped through pages.
Her drawings were amazing. They were so realistic and I was jealous of her talent.
"Maeve, you are really good. Like really, really good." I complimented her and her drawings as I handed Maeve her sketchbook back.
She smiled and looked down at her lap. "You really think so?" Maeve said softly.
I scoffed, "Maeve, I know so." She thanked me quietly and kept smiling down at her book that was on her lap.
She shrugged. "Eh, I don't know. I've seen better pictures, like yours for example."
I frowned. Why was she putting herself and her amazing art down like that?
"Yours are awesome, Maeve." I reassured her. She smiled, showing me her perfect teeth.
Maeve was beautiful. Her smile was contagious and her voice was soft but sweet. She also seemed shy, but it was cute. Her ears had multiple piercings and so was her nose and she came off looking tough with her strong facial features, but really she was a sweetheart.
