.I think he's lovely.
"Do you wanna see something I drew?"
I look at him, seeing that he's slightly wiggling from his excitement. I can see his black binder strap, usually hidden under some sort of vintage clothing. A fake flower crown rests on his head, lopsided.
I nod, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, sure."
He smiles, picking up a yellow and faded sketchbook that rests beside him. Keeping it close to his chest so I can't see, he flips through the pages until finally landing on the correct one.
Nervously biting his lip, he turns away, a crimson red dusting his cheeks. He holds it out with shaking hands, dropping it on my lap.
It's amazing.
I see an image made on black paper, white covering the page. He's so talented.
A creature I normally hate seeing looks off into an unknown distance at nothing in particular, laughing with a blush covering their face.
Flower petals fall all around the creature, doodles of stars and thunder covering the paper. The creature has an outline around them, almost as if it's a forcefield that nothing but this beautiful boy can penetrate.
The creature is wearing a flower crown, their hair curly and wavy, resting on their shoulders. It wears a long sleeved crop top along with short, cut jeans. Hair covers its legs and it looks relaxed. A slight chub can be seen under the top, just resting under a larger chest.
It's on its knees, holding its hand out to a hand coming from the side of the page.
I'm the creature.
He drew me.
At the bottom corner, he's left his signature.
I think you're beautiful, James Daniels.
-Ash Rokan
A blush covers my face as I look at him, starstruck. He's hesitantly looking at me, as if one wrong move could make me dash like a startled animal, never to be seen again.
He looks down, his hair flopping into his eyes. "Do you like it?"
"I..."
He looks up again, worrisome. "I'm sorry I drew it, I just got that one picture of you and you looked so happy and I thought it was a beautiful image."
Tears fill up my eyes, threatening to spill over.
"I love it."
