uPdAtEd<<<the best way to cover up how bad my writing can be
Your POV (days later) "no one really comes back to hang out with me for a long time," he mutters playing with his yellow sweatshirt (yep the yellow sweatshirt is back). "they usually just ask me to get a life, but you're my first to stay for longer."
"they probably aren't as talented as you," i say watching him sketch a person on his sketchbook. i listen the the pencil gliding along the paper in a rhythmic pattern. "they're jealous."
"they don't look like it," he says not taking his eyes off of his work. "and besides i'm always found here, every day, three hours, just hiding under this tree blocking any sort of light, darkness overlapping my own shadow," he says. "i get too deep in this, lets have playful conversations."
"okay," i begin. "i probably recalled you have other hobbies besides this, right?"
he smiles. "yeah, i like eating."
"other than that."
"i like listening to music."
"what type?"
"any that speaks to me. i seem to enjoy things that tell a story, audible or visible," he says pulling out his phone. "i was actually gonna put in music but then you came around."
i chuckle. "you had to force conversation with me."
"i never said i was forced to," he says hooking my eyes towards his. my smile is wanting to show, but the embarrassment overlaps it.
"so-do you want a headphone?" he says holding a piece out for me. "don't worry i cleaned them this morning."
"i wasn't going to say no anyway," i said taking a headphone. he had the other part, and he opens up a playlist on his phone. i get close to him, my body leaning against his so the headphones wouldn't fall easily, and he plays a song.
the fabric of his sweatshirt was soft to the touch, and i felt welcomed to his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. his gaze remained on the beautiful work that he created.
"i like this song," i mumble since my face was squished by his shoulder. "it's really calming, yeah, i love it."
"do you hear the story being told by it? falling in love with his best friend?" he says turning he heading to meet my eyes again, the closeness pulls me away.
"i forgot to pay attention to the lyrics, the music itself is nice."
"but do you feel the emotion that is portrayed in the tone of the song? it's beautiful," our faces were so close judging by the fact that he's watching me resting my head on his shoulder.
"you seem really free-minded, eth," i admit, my fingers tangled in one drawstring of his sweatshirt. my eyes still begging to gaze upon this chocolate ones that are watching me, but i knew i would fall in that spell the gaze would create. "come on ethan keep drawing!"
"okay," he says sassily, but then we were so caught up in eachother's presence that we forgot how dark the clouds were.
a crack of thunder roared from the sky, causing a frightened flock of birds to escape from the telephone poles. our heads shot up, and an unpleasant surprise of heavy rain poured down like buckets of it was dumped. "oh shit," ethan laughs out loud closing his book quick before gathering the blanket under us.
he puts the blanket over both of our heads, his arm holds me close to his. "wanna go somewhere?" he suddenly asked catching me off guard. it was surprise to me to hear that and feeling his hand holding my waist.
"of course ethan!" i shout back laughing through this heavy down pour, our shoes already dampening and slapping on the puddles underneath. now i'm thinking how much an advantage it was to have a down pour just knowing we're going somewhere after.
we continue running, staying rather dry under this dampened blanket ethan had with him, and the crackling groans from the sky including flashes of light make us jump quicker to his truck, but it also tightened our grip on eachother.
"you know, i never really thought we would end up in this mess," he manages to say through the loud music the rain is playing.
"no kidding," i said, watching as we got to his car, and he opened the door for me and relinquished his blanket for me to dry in.
he got in the driver's seat. "you're wet, ethan...you want the blanket?"
he combs his fingers through his damp hair before resting it on the steering wheel. "no you need it most."
"i'm more dry than you and you're driving me somewhere."
"i might as well treat the lady like a princess." (before i wrote princess my phone suggested daddy)
i remained silent, not sure how to respond to that, but his voice seemed to soothe the tension. "man, it really rained today at this exact time."
"yeah, and it was really random."
"no kidding...so i actually wanted to take you out for a dinner slash lunch, since it's four o'clock," he says. "or ice cream if your down."
ice cream made my stomach respond, and ethan noticed the loud grumble. his comfortable grin forms, mine does too. "i guess ice cream sounds good."
he smiles staring along the road. "i thought so," he begins, "i've also been craving sweets."
we arrived at this vintage looking ice cream parlor, drenched from the evening showers, and ethan's sketchbook held safely in his hand, the other hand held on mine.
our relationship seems already close. i stare and how our hands interlock like atoms, they can't seem to want to break. our closeness is so strong i can feel heat between eachother. and his stares at me, as if i were the only thing he cares about, like i'm important. and i look at him the same way, stay close to him, and hold his hand that way.
i didn't even realize we were ordering. and then we shared a table, his intense eyes staring across from it at me.
my spoon full of ice cream goes in my mouth. "this place is beautiful."
i hum back even though i still have the spoon in my mouth.
he pulls out his sketchbook and flips through pages of art before getting to something that looked like a bight sunset along with a shadow of a girl. my eyes widen. "she's beautiful," i say.
"she is," he says, his eyes grabbing mine, his pupils dilating. "she's represented as a bright, kind, beautiful person, her eyes are the color of earth, her lips tinted with a cherry red, her hair flows like waves in an ocean, and her soul is of crystal, she's flawless in my eyes."
"oh wow," i say dazed by how he seeks the beauty in everything. "is she a real person."
"she is, she doesn't realize it," his cheeks heat up in a comfortable shade of red. "she doesn't realize how she made my life much better. i've has feelings for her ever since i met her."
i'm tired:)
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just appreciate this jewel^^^^
i shall send him all of my love and affection bc he's a sweetheart, so committed to music. i love him with all of my heart. khalid is my main stan oof ethan dolan who-
