Sketchbook ▲ KSIMON :: AU // Under editing and rewriting

New Kid pt. 2

Half past seven in the morning, Simon raced across his bedroom in panic. Taking notice his book was gone, what terrified him the most was who might've possessed it. Who might've been reading it. If JJ had found his book Simon thought any chance with him would be ruined.

He walked down the colourless halls of his school gradually, stomach churning in suspense. Everything about this school made him uneasy. From the old dated feel to the pungent sent of mildew. Recent matters only making Simons uneasiness worse. He just wanted this day to end. So he could find his book and not have to worry. Yet boy stood at his locker and sighed.

Would Harry have found it? Simon wondered. The blonde boy roamed through the colourless corridors until he found him standing at his locker.

"Harry?" Simon called.

Harry looked up and smiled, "Oh hey Simon."

"Um by any chance have you seen a book somewhere?"

The younger thought for a moment but shook his head, "what's it called?"

"It doesn't have a title, it's just a book."

Harry smiled again, "Ah I see, it's an art book."

Simon nodded.

"Well if I see one I'll let you know," he reassured, "oh and there's this sick diner on Turner Avenue. Wanna go tonight?"

"I'll meet you there." Then the two disappeared off to their classes.

"Hey Simon," a familiar brash voice called. Fear quickly finding its way to the blonde.

Simon turned around, even more terrified to see JJ with a stern look covering his dignified features, and a small book tucked into his side. The blonde boy felt terror wash over him like a wave.

"Can we talk?" He suggested. To which Simon nodded, trembling slightly. Praying for a better outcome for what would happen next.

The blonde followed the younger into a thankfully vacant bathroom. Anxiety filled him completely as he stood there in front of JJ feet glued to the floor. Everything seemed motionless. JJ handed Simon his book back. Simon running his fingers of over the course leather-like cover. JJ looked up at the taller with dismay.

"You're great at art Simon," he started, "why don't you show of your art more?"

Simon felt a blush creeping onto his face, "I don't like the attention," he timidly responded staring at his feet.

"How did you know?" JJ questioned firmly.

Simon flashed him a perplexed look, "know what?"

Tears began to gloss over the dark skinned boy's rich brown eyes, "that I'm not happy." Confused, Simon wondered what they could've possibly meant. Of course there was no way someone like JJ could be unhappy or at least he thought. But those four simple words were enough to kill Simon a little on the inside. Here was this boy portrayed daily as perfect and here he stood saying he wasn't happy.

"Why aren't you happy?" The other quizzed.

"How did you know?" He stated referring to the drawing. His voice getting louder, "My mates, guys I've known my whole life don't even know. And you, some new kid who thinks he can just walk in here like he knows everything about me? You know nothing!" Simon was taken back as JJ shouted that last bit. It was true though, Simon knew nothing.

"I sketched you the way I saw you," Simon answered, "I don't know anything else."

"The way you 'saw' me? why were you even drawing me in the first place?" Simons breath hitched in his throat, not knowing how to answer.

Simon shrugged, not answering his question.

JJ sighed, "I'm sorry for looking through your sketchbook." JJ looked at Simon with sympathy. Yet Simon just wanted this conversation to end.

"C-can I leave?" The blonde stuttered filled with shock.

JJ approved, letting the boy pass him as he stared down at his feet. JJ was sure he'd messed up this time.

Dear Keemstar,

Your mum drinks vimto with no knickers on.

Sincerely,

-Loz