Prompt: So Alek takes an art class and she isn't the best at art and she's doing her final project, but can't get it right. She really wants a good grade though and Dimitri sees her struggling so he draws her an amazing drawing but Alek doesn't want it. But the next morning, Alek and the drawing are gone and there's a little note that says "Thank you."
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“This is so frustrating,” Alek groaned, staring at the poorly drawn self portrait in front of her.
Her art final was to do a self portrait as accurately as possible. Hers currently looked like it had been drawn by Galen.
Her father glanced at the drawing. “Why not ask Dimitri for help? You know he could, and would, help you,” Alexei suggested.
Alek shot him a glare. “No. I don’t need the freak’s help.”
Alexei sighed. “Alek, please don’t call him that. He’s not a freak. And you can be as mean as you want, but you know he would help you without any questions if you just asked him to.”
“Dad, I don’t want his help!” she said flatly. She had to get a good grade on this art final, though. But she would find a way to do it without her stupid little brother’s help.
“Okay, okay,” Alexei said, holding his hands up in defeat. “I’d help you if I could, but I suck at drawing. Your mother isn’t good at drawing people, either. Sorry kid, but I think you’re on your own without Dimitri.”
“I’ll figure it out,” she grumbled, wishing her dad would drop it already.
To her relief, Alexei left the kitchen. She grabbed another piece of paper and began to slowly draw again, wanting to get this project over with already. It was due tomorrow and she had been working on it for hours.
“Good evening Aleksandra,” Dimitri said as he strut into the kitchen.
“Go away. I’m working,” she said without looking up.
“Dear, this is the kitchen. I’m quite hungry,” he said.
“Then eat and don’t talk. You’re annoying and distracting,” she said, irritation slipping into her voice. She hated the way Dimitri spoke. She wished he would just talk like a normal human being, not like a flamboyant Shakespeare.
Although he didn’t look quite as outrageous as usual. He was wearing neon green shorts that hung past his knees and a pink and blue tank top that loosely clung to his top half.
He heated up some leftovers in the microwave and, to her dismay, came and sat down across from her. He eyed her drawing and grinned.
“That is quite horrid,” he said, chuckling.
She glared at him. “Shut up. I’m good at sports, and you’re good at drawing. Just because drawing is easy for you, it doesn’t mean it’s easy for everyone else. You don’t have to be an ass about it.”
She hated this about Dimitri. It was the side of him no one else ever seemed to see. He was cocky and downright mean.
“I wasn’t being a donkey about anything, Aleksandra. I was simply stating a fact,” he said, his grin growing. “You’re awful at drawing. But, like you said, why should that matter as long as you can spike a volleyball?”
She was far too tired and stressed out to deal with her younger brother. “Why do you have to be so mean about everything, Dimitri? I suck, I get it. You don’t have to rub it in,” she said in annoyance before ignoring him and turning her attention to her drawing. Dimitri had always been mean, but everyone else passed it off as him just joking around. She hated it so much.
She heard him tear a piece of paper out of her notebook, and continued to ignore him. Let the bastard draw whatever he wanted to rub it in that he was artistically talented and she wasn’t.
After a while of them working in silence, she gave up, letting her pencil fall to the table. She would just turn in this drawing. It was awful, but it was the best one she had done yet.
“Better, but still atrocious,” Dimitri said, eyeing her drawing, his grin returning.
“Shut up,” she said.
He turned his paper towards her and she stared in amazement. It was a very accurate drawing of her.
“Rub it in,” she said, snapping out of her amazement and glaring at him. “I don’t care Dimitri.”
“Rub it in? Why, dear, this is for you,” he said, sliding the drawing to her. “Ta-da, I have completed your art final for you.”
“I don’t want it,” she said coldly, standing up and grabbing the drawing she had done.
“Ah, well, then we’ll leave it here,” he said, standing up as well. He glanced at her drawing and chuckled. “Good luck with your…interesting portrait.”
She left without another word to him. There was just no way he had done that to be nice and help her. Dimitri wasn’t a nice person. He didn’t do things like that.
Did he?
***
“Good morning Hugo,” Dimitri mumbled, rolling over as the cat lick his face. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and got out of bed. He changed and fixed his hair before heading downstairs.
“Good morning Dimitri,” his mother greeted. She slid a bowl of cereal to him as he sat down.
Alek always left for school before him, partly to practice in the gym in the morning and partly to keep up the lie of not being related to him. It would be too obvious if they drove to school together every morning. He didn’t mind it since he got his car to himself in the morning.
“Hm?” He noticed a small piece of paper on the table and grabbed it. He had just assumed his mother had moved the drawing so no one would get food on it. The paper brought a small grin to his face and the flash of memory of two small children laughing and playing together. It only simply had two words scrawled on it in Alek’s handwriting.
Thank You.
