Flower ((A Dan Howell Fanfiction))

Chapter Six:

When we returned to their house, everyone was tired. But me.

They all went off to their rooms, wishing me a goodnight. I wished them the same, and went upstairs to my room, sitting at my desk. Honestly, I never really had a desk all to myself. I always had to use the floor of my bedroom or the kitchen table.

Still running on American time, I pull out a small square of cardstock and a metal can of my markers. I'd taken a few "aesthetic" pictures on the plane of the clouds and a few of the cubes of land before the plane was over water, so I pulled one up and took out my trusty mechanical pencil, rough sketching the picture in shapes.

I looked at my phone. It read 11:36 PM. Tana's probably going to get home from work soon. I'd taken it upon myself to Google the time difference, so I didn't message Tana in the middle of the night.

Putting my pencil to the side, I ink it neatly but quickly, and then erase all pencil. Coloring was always my favorite. Ever since I was little, I had a unique way of coloring. I didn't fully color in. I inked in pen and then outlined different sections of the piece with color, vaguely revealing what it is supposed to look like.

Tana loved the art I created, no matter if it was vaguely colored or just black and white. Anything I did received unlimited praise from her.

I sigh. I miss you already, Tana.

I'd managed to draw out the picture of the airplane wing I'd taken when the plane lifted away from America, and colored it to make it look like a neon sign. I sighed. No. I don't crumble the picture; I just open a drawer in the desk and slip it inside, closing the drawer.

I swivel in my chair and stare at my bed. Without a word, I climb into it, and cover myself until only my head is visible.

And I fall asleep.

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When I woke up, Emily was staring at me.

After a moment of confusion, I realize that she had been calling my name to wake me. I stare at her.

She rests a hand on my bed, sitting next to me. "You must wake up if you ever plan on getting used to the time zone." Something inside me started at her accent. I guess I'm not used to it just yet.

I hum and rub the sleep from my eyes. "Okay." Emily pats my knee and stands up, walking out into the hall.

When I make it down stairs and locate the kitchen, Emily had already made me a plate of waffles with syrup, butter, and blueberries as decoration. My stomach growled as I took my seat. Xander came in next.

"This looks amazing," I said as Emily took her seat after making herself and Adam a plate.

"Thank you," she mused as she picked up her fork.

I almost didn't eat it. Before I did, however, I stood up and pulled my phone from my pajama shorts, opening the camera, and taking hundreds of photos from several angles until I felt happy. Then I sat, and looked around at all the confused looks.

"Sorry," I whisper as I pick up my fork.

Adam swallowed his bite and then started to chuckle, and Emily smiled.

"What was that?" Xander asked, taking a large bite of his breakfast.

I stare at my waffles, my fork poised to stab a bite. Everyone watched me, occasionally taking bites, but nobody said anything.

I didn't answer until my heart slowed down. When I did, I cleared my throat and said, "I can draw it." That seemed to answer their question, and they all nodded and went back to eating.