Percy's POV
I nodded to him as he quietly slipped back into the room.
'Merry Christmas Jase' I murmured
He nodded back to me, a barely audible 'Merry Christmas' slipping past his soft lips.
I groaned internally.
Why does it have to be so fucking awkward?
Because, you prat, he asked you out and you said no. Of COURSE, it's going to be fucking awkward. Now, stop being a baby and stop thinking about him. You lost your chance. Now deal with it.
I turned my attention back to the sketchbook in front of me. I stared down at the haphazard strokes of pencil, scattered around to make a picture.
I lost myself in the world of art. My pencil flowing gracefully over the paper, like a dancer.
I suddenly felt a warm breath on my cheek, I looked up to see Jason standing over me. His face red from his run, his muscular arms supporting himself, either side of me.
His blonde hair flopped gently into his piercing eyes as he stared intently at the picture in front of him.
I raced to cover it up, praying he wouldn't ask to see the rest of my sketchbook.
'Perce...' he breathed 'I knew you liked art, but I never knew you were that amazing!'
I blushed lightly
His lips are so close...
'T-thanks' I muttered
'Can I see the rest of your sketchbook?'
No!
'Y-yeah sure' I replied, handing him my sketchbook... And mentally facepalming.
You should've said no, you dolt!
I watched apprehensively as he slowly turned the pages, closely studying each one.
After a short while, he stopped, his hand resting on one page.
He let out a gentle breath and I saw emotion well up in his eyes.
He gently stroked the page before looking up.
Oh fuck
'Percy...' he whispered
'Y-yeah?'
'You're amazing'
I felt the redness in my cheeks increase, and even more so when he showed me the page he was on.
A detailed image of his roof glared at me. The soft hues of reds and pinks perfecting the sunset. The sun was almost being swallowed by the bristly pined beyond the Georgian roof.
Two silhouettes sat next to each other, each hand enclasped together.
I struggled to keep in my sobs, remembering how romantic Jason was, remembering his beautiful face.
'This-this is beautiful' he whispered, gently turning to the next page.
I internally cringed as I saw the picture:
Jason's happy face smiled up at me, a monochrome photo stuck in one side and the likeness smiling up at me from the other page.
'You've captured me perfectly' he whispered
'Every imperfection, every line. Heck! Every strand of hair is perfect'
He stared at me, his eyes full of emotion.
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