Cute 3 Bff Drawings Novels & Stories

I said, ruffling his hair, as his twin returned with a drawing paper. “This is what I drew, mummy. I got it, right. I said drew.” He cheered, to which I smiled, stroking his soft cheeks. “Yes, baby. You did,” I said, collecting the drawing from him. “Now let's see what we have here.” There were four painted figures on the paper; two small ones, who I deduced were Liam and Leo with a slightly taller one with long hair and red lips, who I knew was me and a tall man with short hair.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

Now, she sat here in the mornings, drinking the coffee he made for her—the silent, pathetic peace offering he left on the counter every day, hoping she wouldn't throw it out. He looked at the refrigerator—at the blue circular magnet holding up the three drawings. He wanted his drawing up there so badly it made his chest ache, but he didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate. "What are we drawing, Eli?" "Animals," Eli said, his small hand moving with fierce concentration. "Mrs. Yusuf said to draw our favorites." "How many do we have?" "Three." Eli pointed a small finger. "That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald."

But then I saw it. Three figures appeared on the page, standing side by side. All of them were smiling, their hands linked together. The figures were simple, childlike, but unmistakable. A woman, a man, and a little girl. And underneath each person, Jasmine had carefully written the names: Mommy, Daddy, Jasmine. My breath caught in my throat. I felt my pulse quicken as my eyes moved over the drawing again. The happiness, the simplicity of it—it struck me harder than I expected.

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

His blue eyes—so like Dominic's—sparkled with excitement as he held up a picture he’d drawn. “Look, Lila! It’s you and me and Winnie! We’re playing outside!” He beamed, showing her the carefully scribbled crayon figures. The three of them were stick figures in a field of green, their arms outstretched toward the sky. Winnie giggled and pointed at her own character. “I’m flying! Aaron says I can fly!”

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

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When she saw it, she quickly answered, "Yeah, I did. I actually made several versions. Do you like it?" "Like" was putting it mildly. He loved it! Still, he wanted it to be a version reserved for only him. He couldn't let anyone else use it. So, he asked, "Can you send me the other versions?" Seraphine soon replied with three versions of the sticker. Elliott looked closely at each one of them, knowing that she was good at drawing. That was why he'd asked for the other versions. The first two versions were done in a cute, cartoonish style. The third was also cartoonish, but the male and female characters were drawn beautifully.

“You like it?” “I love it.” And will keep it somewhere private, away from external eyes. There are three stick figures, I tap the one in the middle. It has a nest on its hair and the figures by her side are on low cut, I think. The twins are staring at me like they can see through my false enthusiasm. With their matching gowns, they make quite the formidable team. Feeling bad for leaving a quiet Brianna out of our conversation, I take her hand. It is warm to touch. She’s always warm, always asleep. “What’s the name of your drawing?”