serendipity

trois heures du matin

"well do you?"

"huh?"

"tell me your opinion."

he held out the canvas on top of his thigh and as my eyes scanned at the portrait. my hand was covering my mouth, but i smiled underneath in satisfaction.

"nice i love it." my eyes shot directly to him, his now crimson cheekbones raised as a small smile plastered on his face, staring into the portrait.

"really?" he looked at me in the corner of his eye. i wouldn't lie. i loved rakim's paintings. i could never lie or never say his paintings didn't look decent, he was a natural painter. everything he drew came out perfect or unrealistically drawn.

i nodded my head rapidly, "yes, of course." he bit his lip as he lowered down the portrait down near his feet slowly and intertwined his fingers together.

he stared at me as i stared back, having major eye contact in deep silence. just as i was about to open my mouth he said something that alerted me, "i want to draw you." my eyes widen in sudden shock-a good shock.

"oh my.. what?" i removed my hands from my mouth and placed on my thigh. his smile gotten wider at my sudden expression, "i want to draw you, mani." he repeated using my nickname.

my face lit up, "wow, yes sure go ahead." he cheered silently as he pulled out a sketchbook that looked it was kind of wearing out but it was still in good condition.

i watched him skip and skip through pages with unfinished sketches and drawings until he found a new page.

he looked up at me as he grabbed his pencil from the small coffee table. "position yourself like before." he mumbled, placing the book closer to him as i gave him a perplexed look.

he glanced at me, waiting impatiently as he tapped the eraser from the pencil rapidly on his book. i quickly put my hand closer to my mouth and crossed my legs together. i heard a low 'yeah' escape from his mouth.

hours past and it was three a.m. he wasn't exhausted, but i was. he was smiling, enjoying his time while i was closing my eyes, yawning and moving a lot. he told me he didn't like it when i do that because i would move and change position.

but i insisted him to stop and he agreed since i couldn't stay up. he closed his book slowly and walked towards me.

he grabbed me bridal style and thought he was gonna bring me to the front door since i lived next door but instead, transported to his bedroom. my eyes bulge as i looked up at him from a weird angle and gripped tighter in his hold.

"why are you taking me to your room?" i asked him low enough for him to hear. he looked down as i felt a soft material beneath my back. "because." he simply said.