Mean Girl's One Shot's for us Helpless Fanpeople

A Little More Than a Sketch

Cadnis

Well, I have fallen hostage to the soulmate AU's. Read to find out what kind.If you couldn't tell yet I really ship Janis and Cady. Major gay vibes.  Don't forget to send prompts / one shot ideas! This one is probably something I could turn into a full story, comment if you want me to.  Trigger warning for subtle homophobia. 

On the first day of kindergarten, every student was handed a piece of paper and a pencil. They were told simply to draw a face to the best of their ability without putting too much thought into it. Naturally, this made a most of the students put a lot of thought into it. But not Janis. She let her mind wander as though her hand had a mind of its own. The face of a young girl slowly developed on the page. The girl in Janis's drawing has hair that fell in a gentle curl just above her shoulders and bright eyes that matched her wide smile. Janis had, as far as she knew, never seen that girl. She was just some figment of her imagination.  But even so, the girl seemed to have a familiarity she could simply just not place.

If someone were to look at the drawing without knowing any better, they would think it had been done by a student in one of the grades above her. So much so that when the teacher walked by looking at all the children's master pieces, she did a double take at Janis's before continuing onward around the room. 

That day when she got home the first thing she did was rush inside to show her mom the sketch she had been so proud of. At the time, her mother didn't think twice of it and simply gave Janis a binder to keep her art work in. But then there where more sketches, drawings, and paintings of the same girl. Janis continued to show her art work to her mom with more and more pride each time.  Her mother's face, however, did not hold the same excitement. Instead, it began to morph,  only holding anger and disappointment. She calmly asked her daughter where she had gotten the inspiration for these drawings. 

" They just.. came to me," Janis told her mom nervously, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong. It was just graphite on paper, what could be so bad about that?

Sighing, Janis's mom lead her to her office and pulled down a folder from the shelf. Her mother set it on the desk with a soft thud and opened it to pull out the first page. The piece of paper contained a poorly drawn picture of a small boy. "I drew this when I was about your age," she stated calmly. "I was sitting at the kitchen table. When my mom saw what I had drawn, she took it and stuck it in this folder. Over time, I drew more and more of these, always of the same boy.  The pictures changed, getting more detailed over time." She began pulling out more of the pictures for Janis to see, laying each on top of the other's as she did so. She continued to do this as she began talking again.

" I did not understand fully why my mom was saving specifically these  pictures until I was a bit older. She explained to me something that may as well have been out of a fairy tale," she paused slightly to get the sketches in order , then continued, "She told me we each have someone we are destined to be with, and over time we will draw them and they will draw us. The drawings will become more detailed, ageing with the subject, until the day you fall in love," Janis's mom had reached the end of the pictures, coming to one final one of a young man and woman standing at an alter.

" Is that you and Daddy?," Janis inquired with amazement. 

Her mother nodded, " I drew that the night before our wedding." The woman smiled at the art before picking up all the pieces of paper and tucking them back in to her folder. " Look at your drawings my sweet. I think you need to stop drawing this girl and find a new subject." She slid the folder back onto the shelf before kissing Janis on the forehead and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Janis didn't want to stop drawing the girl, so she didn't. She kept all her drawings of the girl in the binder, which she placed under her bed where they could avoid her mother's sharp eyes.