TBS imagines

Drawings {Donald}

Y/N's P.O.V

Why do I even care about him? He doesn't even want to talk to me. Or anyone in that case. It's almost as if he's in another world. Donald Clarke is the person who makes every single day horrible for me. He's the one I've chosen to fall for. I've liked him for years, but he has always been distant. Too distant. It has only gotten worse since he got diagnosed with cancer. Since then he has been even more distant and avoided almost everyone. I always wonder what he's like when he's not mad all the time. His brother Jeff is a good friend of mine and I often see Donald there. He never notice me though. I've decided that today is the day. Today I'll make him notice me. As usual he's drawing in class twenty minutes. I walk up behind him.

"You're really talented. Who taught you how to draw." He jumps a little, causing him to drop his pen.

"Go away!" He hisses. "I don't want you here when you can do something better." He turns away again and picks up the pen. "I don't even know you."

"I'm Y/N, Donald." I say. "And I..." Turning around, I take a chair. I'm dragging it along the floor. "... am not leaving until you say at least one nice thing to me." He just sighs and continues to draw while I sit down on the chair.

"You'll be here until class then. I still prefer that you walk away instead of wasting my time and your own." I choose to ignore his rude comments and focus on getting others. My pointing finger finds its way to over his drawing. I'm pointing at it.

"Is it a bad guy or a good guy. I'm just asking because it's not my drawing and the evil can always turn into the good." I'm getting ignored again.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

"Not before you try to be nice. I already told you, didn't I?" He groans. The class is about to start and he hasn't said anything or replied to anything.

"You have pretty eyes. Now leave." He tells me right before the bell rings for people to go to their classrooms.

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"Did it work as you planned, Y/N?" Jeff asks as we're walking towards my house to study.

"He told me that I have pretty eyes."

"That's a start."