Unexpected

2| Artistic

I sat on edge of the bed and looked at Carver with narrowed eyes. "Carver got a crush" I said with a giggle and his ears turned a little red. "Yeah, I do. So what?" he said trying to act all cool. "Don't you have a crush on Luke too?" That got to take my attention, my cheek heated up.

"I don't have a crush on him."I argued back because as far as i know i don't have a freaking-crush on freaking-Luke!

"Come on, you were all blushy, shy and happy every time we hangout. This has been happening since the first day."

"Don't change the topic here. Tell me her name!" He gave me a disapproving look.

"Don't act so cheery. I'll tell you anyway."
I was too curious for my own good but then something clicked in my mind. The girls get along with Carver's group so we hangout together. No one says it out loud but we are kind of a group now. It's kind of understandable.

So back to what I was implying, Carver got a crush on Stephanie. Why? Because he was freaking awkward around her. Also, he made an attempt to catch her attention every now and then. He left the room probably to go hangout with the guys. He joined the soccer team a week ago. He doesn't love the game truly but he just like the thrill it gives him. He insisted on making me join t softball team but I couldn't. I feel so anxious about things I don't know how to do.

I twirled the pencil in my hand as I tried to imagine Jon Snow from my own imagination. I haven't watched a single episode of the TV-series but I have read the first book. A game of thrones is an amazing novels which makes you feel every character's experience. And most of all, make you experience all those things they are experiencing.

I like to draw characters of books from my own imagination. It's just a thing I do. Right now I am sketching Jon Snow. I have finished the basic structure, the detailed work is yet to be done.

I heard voices from the next room. Carver must have called over the guys.

I looked at my old worn out mickey mouse T-shirt. And black jeans two years old. I have folded the ends of the jeans to reach few inches below my knees.

I am skinny that's why I fit in even clothes which are 5 years old. My parents give more privileges to the "man" of the family. Like Buying them things they like often but I have to insist a couple of times to receive the equal treatment. I don't mind thou.

My friends are all Carver's friends, they accept me because they want to hangout with him but he'll never leave me. I heard shouting from his room and wished it was sound proof. They must be playing video games. There was a time when me, him and Martha were the only friends. We two have always been close but Martha was the second person we both were closest to.

She haven't visited us this year although we went to there place and had a great time. Aunt Ashley (from my father's side) has been too busy and is too sensitive about sending Martha away alone or even dropping her off here.

It's just the two of them in the family so they prefer not to leave each other alone.

I like reading novels, I always used to finish my textbook stories before the teacher would. The first novel I read was "Around the world in 80 days."

There was hard knocking on the door. I literally fell down from my chair. "This boy is going to be the death of me," I muttered under my breathe and stood up to open the door. I twisted the door knob and swung the door open, it was like air was sucked out of my body. The three of them stood there, Carver came in without permission. And the other too followed suit.

"Come on, in?" I said with my small voice. I can hardly utter a word or two in front of Luke, it's like a competition to say something interesting and I end up saying something stupid. I felt too aware of my body now and the fact that I was wearing old clothes. My lips are a little chapped, they are always chapped. My tightpony has loosened due to lack of maintenance.