Landon had spent five hours slaving over his drawing. Two hour sketching, planning out his attack plan. One hour on the building blocks and another connecting the spaces, creating a rough draft. Three hours of sitting in one spot, hand cramping from gripping his pencil.
To most, it seemed like he was just drawing out of boredom, but to him it was escape. As he sketched away, shade by shade started to fall into place. Adding curves to where the arms folded over themselves and the creases in the cloths that encased it's body. Every strand of the drawing’s hair was neat and hand-drawn. It was perfect to him.
Closing his sketchbook and stretching out, Landon trudged downstairs for the leftovers his family had for dinner that night. Opening the fridge, a plate covered with aluminum foil with a note taped to the side. It read “Landon, don’t work yourself too hard, we had your favorite so please don’t kill us cause we ate without you. Love you, Mom”. He smiled at his mom’s sweet gesture and took the plate out of the fridge, knowing that sushi awaited him. He detached the note from the foil and folded it back, revealing six no fish sushi rolls sitting on the plate. He popped them into the microwave for a few minutes and searched for something to drink. Finding a few cans of Pepsi, he went back over to the microwave with his two pockets occupied with his cans and grabbed his food, padded back upstairs to his room. He found a comfy spot on his bed and started eating, making a mental note of the colors he wanted to use for his new creation. After shoving a sushi roll in his face, he stretched out and pulled out his phone, scrolling through an art page he had followed. Art piece after piece, he sighed and put his phone down, getting up to grab his colors.
Walking over to his art desk, Landon settled into his chair and yawned. He took out his colored pencils and sorted through the colors he needed. Three different shades of green, two shades of brown, golds, blues, reds, and finally a black and white. Reaching for his headphones, Landon clicked on a song and lost himself in the colors.
Time flew by and Landon soon received a call, pulling him back into reality. He slid off his headphones and reached for his phone, smiling at the caller ID. He let it ring a few, picking it up at the last ring.
“What do you need? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He said into the phone, cradling it between my shoulder and cheek. He heard a loud snort on the other end.
“What are you in the middle of? Banging your girlfriend?” The voice on the other line slurred.
“We all know I’m banging your mom. Now, one question for you. Are you drunk?” He asked, sighing into the phone.
“A little, but that isn’t what I’m calling about. I’m close to back out drunk and I need a place to crash so my parents don’t kill me.” The voice whispered into the phone. He rolled his eyes and snorted.
“Fine Goldie. Where are you?” Landon asked his drunk friend, not expecting an answer he could understand.
“Um, what if I said outside you window? Would that be creepy?” Goldie stated. Landon could hear the shit eating grin that was probably plastered on her face.
“God, you are a creep. I’ll come get you in a minute.” He told her before hanging up. Goldie had always seeked refuge at his house since the had always been close friends.
Goldie has always been a crazy party animal, going to the weekly parties and being known. She had dyed her hair a crazy shade of pink due to a drunk game of truth or dare. She had a straight hair that was alway tied up into a neat ponytail that reached down to about middle back, which was sometimes curled. Overall, Goldie was a pretty girl, but not that popular. Well known, but not popular. I snuck downstairs and let her in, helping her up the stairs and into my bed.
“This is the one time you get to sleep in my bed, you got that?” Landon told her, covering her up with the blanket.
“Yeah yeah. You know, you are a really good friend. Everyone needs a Landon in their life, ya know?” She slurred, hiding her face into his extra pillow.
“Yeah, I know I’m a good friend. Now, here are some of my clothes so you can change out of yours. Your clothes reek of alcohol and weed.” He told her, setting a Aquaman shirt and a pair of flannel pants next to her. Goldie got up and started to take her shirt off before Landon stopped her, “Woah woah woah! Wait until I’m out of the room, thanks.” He shouted, making a run for the door.
Closing the door softly, Landon snuck downstairs to grab Goldie a glass of water and some pudding out of the fridge before sneaking back upstairs. Goldie was changed and passed out in bed, her clothes thrown around the bed. Landon smiled and shook his head, setting the water and food down on his night stand. He waddled back over to his desk and started working again, slipping his headphones.
Hours later, around 2 in the morning, he was done. A finished piece of art sat in front of him, almost staring back at him with its emerald green eyes. The character he had drawn was for a friend’s book, an elf that had a severe fear of frogs. Landon had drawn this character at a stream, hiding from a frog in his silver armour. This so called elf had long brown hair, done up into a braid that was pinned against his head. Fly aways framed his narrow face, some pushed behind his pointed ears. Blue drapes clung to his small frame, gold trimming the ends of the fabrics. Emerald eyes stared the frog down, his long lashes more black than brown. Landon looked down at his drawing and smiled, leaving his book open as he found a spot on the bed to crash. After minutes, he had snuck under the covers and was out almost instantly.
In the morning, something felt off about the room. Landon woke up before Goldie and was met with a wide open closet door. He got up and shut it, walking back to the bed and face planting into Goldie’s ass since she was laying on her stomach. Instantly, she shot out of bed, smacking him across the face. Before Goldie could register what happened, Landon was already holding his cheek, glaring at her with puffed cheeks.
“The hell was that for?!” Landon screeched, rubbing out the pain from Goldie’s ringed hand.
“You were the one that laid your face on my ass!” Goldie retorted, pouting, “I thought you were more than a male genitalia!”
“I am! It was on total accident I swear! Just don’t smack me again! That hurt!” He sighed, sitting up and still rubbing his cheek. Just then, a loud crash came from the closet followed by a soft ‘ow’ sound. Both teenagers looked at each other, wide eyes filled with worry.
“Please tell me you have a gay pet skeleton sitting in the closet, Landon. Please. Or some type of animal.” Goldie muttered as he got up, slowly walking over to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it slowly, letting the door swing open inch by inch. Landon hid behind the door as a tall man walked out, blue cloth trimmed with gold. Same hairstyle was pinned to his head like the drawing. Landon’s drawing had come to life.
“Um, it appears I came out of the closet?” the elf stated, looking back at the small room.
“Yeah, seems that way huh?” Landon whispered, shutting the door behind him.
“Well, you have a very nice closet.” The elf smiled. Landon stared at him, utterly confused.
“So I’ve been told. Where are you from?”
“I’m not from this realm.”
“Well, no shit Sherlock.”
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Prompt from a friend of mine
