Drips and doodles.

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You woke up, bundled in your thick warm sheets, to the sound of people talking outside your bedroom door. Raising your heavy head, you glanced at your wood door. In the mirror, you could see your reflection. Hair messy, strands of H/L H/C hair sticking up in almost every direction. Of course, it was even more messy today because of your shower last night. Not brushing it after always resulted in awful tangles. Like every sleep deprived teenager, the bags under your eyes still remained. No matter how many days you slept past lunchtime, they never went away fully.

Sitting up fully now, you raised your arms and stretched. Hearing a few, satisfying pops from your back. Reluctantly, you slide out from underneath the covers and stand up. Walking groggily over to the door to investigate the voices that had so rudely awakened you. Pressing your ear to the door, you could make out bits of their conversation. The only thing that you could hear for sure was the word retirement and something beginning with an M.

You stood there in your pajamas listening until you realized the voices had gone silent. A slight chill crept down your spine. Oh no, did they find out I was eavesdropping? Someone loudly knocked on the door, making you jump and run hastily back to your bed. Scared, you peeked your head above your F/C sheets.
"C-come in."
A wave of relief washed over you when you saw your father open the door, with your mother close behind. Both of them seemed happy and unaware.
"Honey, we're heading over to your grandparents in 15 minutes." Your mother plopped herself down on your bed. You looked up from the covers, confused.
"Why?" You asked.
Your father sighed, "Don't you remember? Your grandmother invited us over to celebrate her retirement."
Crap
It all clicked in your head. Throwing the sheets aside, you jumped out of bed. You shouted,

"OKTHANKSGETOUTOFMYROOMPLEASEINEEDTOCHAANGE!"

Pushing your parents out of the room and shutting the door behind you. Of course, your parents were notorious for forgetting to do your laundry so you weren't sure there would even be anything clean to change into. Rummaging through your drawer, you found a pair of pants, shirt, and your green Attack on Titan hoodie. Sighing, you deemed it good enough. Without another thought you changed and began to head out the door. Wait a second...you looked down at your bare feet and mentally slapped yourself. I can't believe I forgot my shoes, they're shoes for goodness sake! Quickly, you put on your favorite pair of shoes. Grabbing your sketchbook and pencil on your way out.

The car ride over to your grandparents was nothing noteworthy. Just a bunch of trees and the occasional deer passed by your window. Your grandparents were nature lovers, and lived close to the woods so it was to be expected. When you arrived, you were greeted by nearly bone crushing hugs.

"Oh my gosh it's been so lonnng!! I missed you sooo much! Are you hungry? Come come, let's get you eating."

Struggling to escape the grasp of your grandmother, you pleaded with your siblings to help but they were probably glad it was you being tortured and not them.

"G-grammy please! I'm not hungry right now!"

That was a lie, the only thing you had been able to snag that morning was a handful of nuts. So naturally you were starving. Of course, you knew that if you started, it would be near impossible to convince her to stop feeding you. With a visible pout, she let go of your wrist.

"Alright sweetie, just let me know if you want anything! Anything at all!"

Strange, she usually protests when I tell her no...maybe she's finally learning? With a bright smile, your grandmother continued her walk towards the kitchen. Leaving you standing in the hallway clutching your sketchbook.

Everyone else seemed to be doing something, not wanting to be a bother, you headed towards the back door that led to the garden. The beautiful garden in the backyard was always a sight to behold. It seemed like everytime you came over completely new and beautiful flowers were growing. Many of them you had never seen even in books. When you were little it had seemed like the garden was magic. Nowadays you refused to believe it. Magic was a childish belief. Though, a little part of you refused to give up hope that it existed.

Taking a seat on the green bench facing the fish pond, you placed your sketchbook on your lap. Pulling your pencil out from behind your ear, and holding it in your hand. Carefully making sure not to rip any of the pages, you flipped to a blank page in the back. Hm...I don't know what to do now. I've used up most of my ideas...what should I do?

You began fidgeting with your pencil. Pressing the eraser to your bottom lip and playing with it. You probably sat there for a a good 10 minutes daydreaming before you thought of something. I remember that dream I had last night...there was a guy in it. Maybe I should try and remember what he looked like?

With a fresh idea in your head, you pressed the pencil to the smooth paper. The feeling of the lead scratching on the surface of the paper, the sight, the smell. All of your surroundings seemed to  melt away as you worked. Blending together in one blur of color. Making sure you didn't notice the gigantic drop of strange colored liquid hanging from the bright yellow flower positioned directly above you.

"Whoo hoo!"
You exclamed, jumping up from your seat and holding the finished drawing in the air.
"I did it-"
You were cut off when you caught a glimpse of the flower, and the shiny liquid hanging from it. Knowing what was about to happen, you could only say one thing.
"Oh...no."

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