Jannabelle's P.O.V
"Here." Evan gently colored in the ocean blue eyes. He smiled down, looking at the figure he had drawn.
"Is that suppose to be me?" I studied the picture carefully. A girl with brown hair and huge eyes filled Evan's paper. Her eyelashes were long and thick. The picture was structured perfectly as the girls face fit her slim neck and shoulders.
"The deep eyes, plump face. Who else would it be?" Evan laughed.
He took a dark colored pencil and added more detail to the girl's chin. Ever since I was switched to Mr. Henderson's art class, Evan and I were able to spend more time together at school. I love watching him draw ever since 9th grade.
"I guess I could see it..." I tilted my head slightly. You would never believe a picture with so much passion and thought like his, only took a few minutes.
"You guess?" Evan asked teasingly putting his pencil down. He poked me in my side, tickling. "You guess?" He tickled my sides harder. Laughing uncontrollably, Evan stopped tickling me as I fell to the floor, buried in my own laughter.
"Horse playing will not be tolerated in this class!" Mr. Henderson got up angrily from his desk. I sat back on my chair innocently, catching my breath.
Mr. Henderson looked at towards the direction Evan and I were sitting in giving us a warning, and sat back at his desk.
Evan bit his lip and continued with his drawing.
This was a very small art class. Evan, Jannabelle, Morris, Julia, Zachary, Dominique , and Kelsey. Only a few students shared the artistic ability of putting so much thought into a piece, focusing on it, and making it into something beautiful.
After a few minutes of drowning in my own thoughts I felt a light kick against my leg. I looked over at Evan who wasn't focused on his drawing, but more on messing with me.
I swatted his leg away with my foot looking down at my drawing. He crossed his legs and placed them on my lap. Playfully pushing him away, I rolled my eyes and continued with the final touches to my piece.
A grin spread across his face.
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Affliction
RomantizmA traumatized girl, an boy willing to take a chance. "But.. I-I can't" "Trust me." She took his hand and they jumped.
