Drawings For Your Crush Novels & Stories

My thoughts have indefinitely left the room, having been consumed by my crush that has grown significantly by one little touch. I look over my shoulder to glance at Crayvin and his ocean-like eyes are smiling at me. My heart flutters in my chest, and I pretend to rub my chin against my shoulder. My pencil falls from my hand while turning back around. Leaning down to retrieve it from the floor, my cheeks warm as I force myself not to look back again in case he was still looking my way. Was he admiring me the way I did him?

“Well, I don’t know if you need to hear but as you can see, Lucy is my close friend and crush. Unfortunately, there’s no room for a new crush. I’ll advise you not to try anything stupid with her.” “What are you talking about? Me and Lucy? Yo, you know I don’t like that girl, what’s gotten into you?” Micheal said frowning “ I’m just saying,” Neo said “Yo come off it,” Micheal said as they both sat down to continue the game. The game was over and it was party time. Neo was happy he would be sleeping in the same room as Lucy. But after the party was over, instead of going to her assigned room, she went into the room Micheal was in. She had convinced the girl in Micheal’s room to switch sides wh

Breathing hard but grinning. "To make you feel better," Karin added. She thrust a piece of paper toward me. "Because you looked sad." I took the paper. Held it up to catch the moonlight. A drawing. Crude but recognizable. Four figures holding hands beneath a smiling sun. Me. Karson. Carl. Karin. A family. "That's us," Carl explained eagerly. "See? That's you with the crown because you're a princess. And that's Dad. And that's me and Karin."

I’m getting turned on standing in a line outside a McDonalds. “You were. I caught you. I hope you’re not being weird Tatey Baby.” Jeeeesus, now I’m really getting turned on. This is so bad. He’s my best friend I can’t afford to ruin it with this ridiculous crush I’ve got on him. Instead, I push him back a little. He’s so solid though he doesn’t even budge. “I told you, I’m scrolling. Besides, it’s a nice photo. Why wouldn’t I look? That’s what photos are about. You remember the time they were taken.” He grins knowingly. Bastard. I want to slap him right now, he’s irritating me and I’m flustered like hell.

Then the drawing… It was so real, deliberately crafted to capture every intricate detail of my face, my lashes, my lips. No one has ever done anything like that for me before, and my heart swells, a little smile teasing my cheek. “Maybe I do like him.” The confession slides out of my lips easily before I realize it. Oh my God, I actually like Lucian. It's not the earth-shattering, destined-to-be-high-school-sweethearts kind of like, but more of an innocent adoration. Maybe I wouldn't mind occasionally sniffing his shirts or even sleeping in them. I can't exactly pinpoint when this little crush grew to sparks, but I think a part of me has always been drawn to him.

The details weren’t clear, but Nadine knew exactly who it was supposed to be. Adrian swallowed hard. “Is this… us?” Liam nodded. “I drew it after I saw you at the ice cream shop. I didn’t know who you were then, but you looked nice.” Nadine’s chest tightened. She hadn’t even known Liam had done that. Adrian smiled, though his eyes were slightly glassy. “It’s my favorite one.” Liam giggled. “I’ll draw more for you!” Adrian ruffled Liam’s hair. “I’d love that.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

Or maybe I was just desperate, clinging to anything that made my pathetic crush seem less hopeless. I crossed the room and grabbed the sketch of Darius off the wall, holding it up to the dim light of my lamp. “You don’t even know I exist,” I said, my voice cracking. “You’re the Alpha of all Alphas, and I’m just… me.” I tossed the sketch onto my bed and sank down beside it, burying my face in my hands. “What am I supposed to do? Just keep drawing you? Keep dreaming about you? It’s not enough anymore.”

"Does she like me, does she not?" And so binge eating AND drinking becomes a habit. You certainly forget how you need to stay fit to increase the possibility of getting a positive response from your crush. So the stress makes you eat, drink, cry, imagine and PASS OUT. You analyse each and every move of that person - the man of your dreams. "He ignored me. Does that mean he also has a secret crush on me." Over-excitement if they say 'yes' (for anything). "Can I take you to dinner sometime?" A yes to this question drives you crazy.

I then read what the message said. "Good morning beautiful. I hope you had a great time last night, because I know I did. In case you are still wondering who this is, well it's Jack. You know the guy from the plane three days ago. Well just thought you should know, you were on my mind; and I would most definitely like to take you out on a date sometime this week." I smiled as I read the messaged. I then replied back before getting some breakfast. "Good morning, thank you for the text message, I'll lock you in my phone; and I would like to go on a date with you." Looks like I get to finally move on from my childhood crush after all.