Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 6

Art.

I had to draw something specific for art class. Something exotic and imaginative, Liz said she was gonna draw a Panda-Pig, my first thoughts were Krone's spaceship, his spaceship, and oh yeah, the spaceship.

Oh no.

Every time I already have my mind fixed on drawing something, it has to be drawn. The possibility of me getting close to Krone's spaceship was zero to none, so, fuck. I tried to think of panda-lizards, nope, not gonna have it. It had to be the ship. Shit. Now what?

I was good at drawing wildlife, so I wrapped my mind around that, but again, if I already have an idea, everything else I attempt to draw ends up as a smug. Deadline's almost here. I tried to draw a ship. It looked 2-dimensional and stupid.

I groaned and buried my head in my pillow.

"Touching yourself, sis?"

"Shut it, Josh..." I muffled in my pillow.

"Your turn to do the dishes, pillow kisser."

"Yeh, yeh..." head still in pillow.

I lifted my face, Josh wasn't there, dishes don't seem like a nice friends, and I haven't drawn squat...

I planted my face on my pillow again. I groaned.

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I looked at the pile of dishes. I felt lazy. I really didn't want to wash them. Sticky, smelly and just plain gross. I eyed my pad which I had left on the countertop. I looked toward the garage, I picked up my things and headed off.

I shyly opened the door. Krone turned his head to look at me. We did our silent recognition thing.

I slipped into the garage and slowly made my way opposite to where he was working on his ship, I made sure to give him plenty of room. There was a good couple of feet between us. I sat down Indian style and took out my art pad.

He stared at me.

...awkward...

I start scribbling on my pad, random lines and what not, making sure that I looked completely involved with whatever it appeared I was doing. Yes, my plan was, if he didn't kill me, to draw his own ship behind his back. It stayed that way a while, my heart hammering in my chest for fear of my life, I dared to look up to see if it worked.

My apparent un-interest in him has seemed successful. He's working on his ship-fuck! I look down again, he saw me. I tried not to look like a nervous wreak. My heart is a car running 90 miles an hour on a freeway.

This happens one or two times more. Lather, rinse, repeat. Then he growls at me. Great. Now I annoyed him. Who does he think he is, Mr. untouchable? Grr...

I probably won't get anything done if this keeps up.

I sigh. Maybe if I didn't look at him and just focus on the ship...I muster up my near nonexistent courage and look up at the ship. At first I'm sacred to death, thinking he might think I'm trying to burn his ship with laser vision or something. But then, well, I started to really take in the aspects of it, the strange metal, the structure, markings, how it shone in some areas, the exotic feel it had even though it was technologically advanced. It was breath taking! I mean, I had a sophisticated extraterrestrial spacecraft in my own home! How cool was that?!

I glance down at my pad, I'm practically almost done.

I look up but this time I'm looking at Krone, he's working on his ship, not a care in the world, if he had noticed my staring at his ship, he must've eventually lost interest since I wasn't paying him any attention. I went back to my work.

I'm done, I glance at both my drawing and the ship many times, it's almost identical, don't know why I feel like it's 'almost' but it's good enough...maybe...

I get up, tired, but then I'm feeling sorta guilty about what I did, I felt like I just used Krone.

"Um, thank-you..."

He looks up at me. "For what?" he clicks, this is the first time he's ever talked to me.

"I...uh...sorta drew your ship..."

He tilts his head. I flip my pad and show him, I realize that he's the first person I willing show my drawings to, I just show Mr. Jamus because I have to, and like hell I'd ever show Josh.

"Without my permission."

"I know, that's why I'm telling you," I shuffle my feet, "I don't like to do things behind people's back...it's not right..."

I smile.

He stares at the drawing for a while.

"That wing is a bit to high..." he clicks finally, pointing.

I flip it around, he's right, I make quick work of the wing and finally think it looks right. I show it to him.

He nods.

"Thanks."

"Why did you draw my ship?"

"It's for a project in school...I had to draw something exotic and amazing so I thought of your ship..."

He nods again.

"I'll let you know how it goes," I said before leaving.

Mr. Jamus liked it and said it was amazing I thought up of a ship so lifelike, I don't like lying but I'd sound like a pot head if I said it were real, he gave me a hundred percent.

When I got home I completely ignored Josh and headed for the garage, I told Krone about my grade and he nodded again. I stayed there and started drawing.