Drawings For Your Crush Novels & Stories

In this image, in particular, we looked like two lovers lost in their own world, with no worries or cares about this one. Just like her, I added no caption; I just let the picture do all the talking. I felt ten feet tall as I got off the elevator and followed the guys to the stairs, and instead of calling her to let her know that I was here, I decided I wanted to surprise her instead.

Pixie : ) I rolled my eyes in annoyance, shooting him one of my deadly glares, he burst out laughing at my reaction, I turned looking again to the drawing he just send me, I started drawing excitedly, he thinks he's funny, I looked at the middle finger I just draw perfectly, not writing anything, just a simple middle finger. I throw the plane and watched as it started flying towards Anthony but not quiet landing on his desk, I gulped when I noticed it landed on someone else.

"Please. You crushed on me for years. No way you flipped that fast. I know what this is—you're jealous I'm close with that scholarship girl. So you're using him to get back at me—" I didn't hear the rest. Because when I turned, Noah was at the door, face cold as ice. And my heart just dropped.

His eyes flicked over the bandages, the bruises, and my chest tightened. “I made you something,” he said quickly, holding out a folded piece of paper. I took it, careful with the fragile edges. Inside was a drawing—stick figures, crooked lines, and bright marker colors. Three figures stood together, holding hands. One was clearly me, hair scribbled in chestnut brown. One was him, smaller, grinning. And the third—tall, dark scribbles for hair, a suit that looked more like armor. Dominic. My throat tightened. “It’s… it’s perfect, Elliot.”

"Hey, sweetheart. How was school?" "It was fun!" he chirped. "We learned about planets today! Did you know Jupiter is the biggest?" I laughed, smoothing his hair. "I did. But I bet you know even more than I do now." He nodded enthusiastically before pulling back. "Oh! I made something for you!" He reached into his backpack, rummaging through his things before pulling out a folded piece of paper. "It’s a drawing!" I took it with a warm smile, unfolding it carefully. The crayon lines were messy, but the image was clear—a stick-figure drawing of me, Carlisle, and Erwin holding hands.

“What is it?” “It’s not that easy, you need to take some risks,” “What do I need to do?” “You should ask the person right away if you doubt that he’s having a crush on you,” “Hey, don’t joke. I am asking you seriously,” Naomi frowns. “It’s simple, Nat. Just follow your instincts. If a person has a crush on you, he will look at you when you aren’t looking at him. He will smile at you for your stupid jokes, he will hang out with you if he gets a chance, and finally, he will find out everything you do either by asking you or from others,” Julia finishes.

"Sophie also said you wear black a lot and don't smile much." “Sophie gasped. "Keira!" "What?" Keira giggled, handing over the drawing. "He kinda does." Bryce unfolded the sketch and blinked. Stick figure. Suit. Giant eyebrows. Straight-line mouth. The drawing was terrible and looked quite funny. Bryce loved it, however. "This is... incredible." "I know," Keira beamed with pride. And then, without thinking, Bryce reached into his folder and pulled out the sketch of her. The real one. The one that had haunted him.

Alex nods calmly, “Okay, we still haven’t agreed on what to present though.” “Your drawings.” It seems like the perfect idea; his drawings are beautiful and well, original. “You can draw something that captures you, the part of you that no one sees.” Even me, I want to add, but I decide not to. I look at him, watching him watch me. “What’re you going to do?” Alex asks gently, I stare at the closed book.

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

Being around him felt comfortable. Safe. Simple. And maybe that was the problem. Because whenever I compared that feeling to the way Christien made my heart race, it wasn't even close. “I’ve got you, Ava,” Stella laughed through the phone. “I’ll study for days with you. Don’t worry.” I sighed as I reached the lower floor. Then she said, “Ava… don’t tell me you still haven’t found a guy yet?” I paused slightly. Maybe I had. Or maybe I hadn’t.