inspired by the song, true love by p!nk
Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own kick buttowski, all I own is my fan fiction.
It was mid-day when she saw him, Sitting, skateboard lying next to him, his brows bent on concentration, but, surprisingly, not on a stunt, instead he was, drawing.
She thought about teasing him, saying some cutting remark, instead she watched, trying not to make a sound, just watching, as he sketched something, It was strange, this life risking, tough, arrogant daredevil, gently sketching, almost, gracefully.
He was focused on it, like when he was doing his stunts, completely immersed in it, so when she, as quietly as she could, stepped closer towards him, He didn't even look up, he didn't acknowledge her presence in the slightest.
She sat down quietly, her eyes transfixed on the paper pad he was sketching on, she noticed a small pile of drawings that he must have drawn earlier, she looked to his current drawing, he finally noticed her presence, there was a drawing he must of recently finished off to his side, in a instance he grabbed the pile of his drawings, and put them on top of the drawing to the side, "Kendall? How long have you been here?"
"I didn't know you could draw" she sounded half interested. He raised an eyebrow. "why –" he was cut off from his sentence, as Kendall leaned over him, Grabbing the papers to his side, she leafed through them.
She went through them until she came to one drawing, at the bottom of the pile, the one he tried to hide, a small smile graced her face, it was a drawing of her, and she took the drawing in her hand, stood up, turned around so facing the daredevil, and said. "It's very lifelike, you must of studied my face for a long time to get it right" she smirked, she turned back around, and walked off, with the paper still in her hand.
Kick's face was blank. He tried to think of something to say, anything, but she had walked out of sight by the time he could think of anything, he stared at the pencil he had been using to draw, he picked it up, and snapped it in two. He could not risk being caught out like that again
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Talent (Kick Buttowski)
Teen Fiction"It was mid-day when she saw him, Sitting, skateboard lying next to him, his brows bent on concentration, but, surprisingly, not on a stunt, instead he was, drawing." Kendall learns something new about a Certain Daredevil, KickXKendall
