Fancy your art.

Chapter 3

Our "date" ends soon sadly, he got a call from him roommate about how she forgot her keys inside and now she's locked out. I could see him roll his eyes before letting out a defeated sigh, telling the girl on the other end in the most calming way possible that he will be there soon. He hung up and closed my sketchbook before handing it back to me, giving the warmest and most adorable smile I have ever seen in my life. Goodness.

"I'm sorry but I really have to go. I enjoyed our time and all, your artwork is really, truly amazing." He spoke softly, even though there was so much noise in the restaurant I could hear him clear as day his voice echoing in my head. I snap back into reality only to notice him smirk at my embarrassing reactions; I just nod really quickly before I stutter some words out.

"I-its fine-"I wasn't, I wanted to spend more time with him. "We can see each other another time too." We might never get another time to talk, this was our only chance to become friends but I screwed up. I swear to God, I might never find love like this. "I think I have to finish something for tomorrow anyway." I don't, I already did all of my work the night before, this is why I look like a zombie.

Nicholas nodded happily at my suggestion. He seemed to be pretty excited about a second meeting, his smile only making my heart melt even more. "Sure, message me when you're free. I'm not really a busy guy, you look like one though." He spoke with a husky voice, sighing once again when he felt his phone vibrating from the ton of messages he was receiving from his roommate. "I got to go." Were the last words he said before pulling me into a quick yet warm hug, my heart felt like it was going to explode. He pulled away afterwards and winked before running out of the door. Wait... he winked. What the hell is going on?

I swear to all the Gods up there, I'm either schizophrenic or he actually maybe likes me back? No, I must honest to God out of my mind, there's no way in hell someone as pretty as him likes me. He only likes my art and that's the end of it. And why am I getting into such deep thought in a Wendy's?!

Whatever, I check my phone that was absolutely bombarded by messages; 37 messages from Bella and two missed calls from Skye. When did I suddenly become so popular? I check the messages from the blondie first since it's faster than calling someone. And easier... phone anxiety sucks, man. Most of the messages were about how I really needed to come to KFC to celebrate... nothing. She explains the fact that they don't really have a reason to celebrate but a party is a party nevertheless. Since she send me these messages half an hour ago, I can assume I'm not really that needed anymore since I'd be really late too, considering the fact that the KFC she's talking about is a 20 minute drive away. DRIVE. I only got a bike goddamn it.

I decide to get my stuff and just get out of that place; my emo looking ass was starting to get a lot of glares from probably 7th and 8th graders. Yikes. I give Skye a call first before I decide to get on my bike and go home since maybe she wanted me to pick up some food for her or something on the way home. The phone rings... and rings... and rings... an-

"Hello?"

"Oh- uhm, hi. I-It's Theo." I speak after hearing the voice from the other line speak up, fidgeting with the sleeves of my sweater, my emo, dark, oversized sweater.

"Oh, Theo? You wanna speak with Skye, right? She's over here, wait." The voice spoke and then I hear a noise as if the person tried to cover the speaker, a muffled scream of somebody calling out Skye's name, followed by what I can assume were footsteps before I hear her, Skye.

"Ay sis, what's good?"

"What? Yeah you- you called me earlier. Two times actually." I explain, people who were walking past me seemed to glare for some reason which made my stomach drop and my eyes land at my feet.