Drawings For Your Crush Novels & Stories

"Then its settled, you have to block those feelings cause guys like him just want what's in the panties from a girl and nothing else. And you're not that kind of girl. He'd destroy your life so forget about him." "Really? How do I get rid of a crush?" Draya shrugged. "I don't do crushes, I do fucking so that's for you to figure out." ***** I kept staring at my phone. Its been ringing for a while now and Leo has been leaving messages letting me know the boss hasn't fired me.

Adam went on. Alice was shocked. She had no idea Jamie spoke so highly of her. It made her feel a little guilty for going behind his back. “You should draw me,” Adam said. Alice smiled but said nothing. She knew her skills were legit, but for some reason, when drawing a guy she liked, Alice became flustered and weird. She would start to overthink and second guess—creating a mess of half rubbed out smudges. “Actually,” Adam said, reaching under the bed. “I’ve got drawing stuff here. Draw me now.”

“Darlin’, we’re in New Orleans. You want a crown? I’ll find you a crown.” “Condom crowns don’t count.” My mouth teased into a smirk. “Fuck. Back to my drawin’ board.” “If you can draw anything beyond a stick man and/or a penis, I’ll be very impressed.” “Blow job kind of impressed?” “Aiden.” Elena rested a hand on my thigh softly. “Can you draw anything other than a stick man or a penis?” I ran my tongue over my lips slowly and deliberately and grinned when her eyes flicked down. “I can probably draw an all right pair of tits.”

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

“Are you sure that you aren’t crazy?” I asked Gavin as I laughed. He was laughing with me. “I am not really sure about that. But I am not kidding. I really did like your drawings back then. I actually liked everything you did. I think it might have been that way because I had a crush on you. But in my defence, you were pretty amazing.” Gavin stated. I laughed at that.

She makes a sassy face and I chuckle . " Well it's important for .. " I open my bag and search for my notebook that is supposed to be for study notes but is actually my boredom doodle file . " Tada ~ " I finish off as I show her my drawing of Luigini's wife naked and his name written between her legs . Since I didn't know what she looked like I decided to make her faceless , only shading to provide her a proper structure . Kayla slaps her hand against her mouth in order to stifle her laughter . Her face turns slightly red from restricting herself .

She studies me, like she’s trying to see something beneath the surface. “Why don’t you give it a try?” she says finally. “Draw someone you care about. Someone that makes you feel.”

All while the heat of his skin seeps into my palm, and his heartbeat taps against my thumb. Tap, tap, tap. “They’re no good,” I rush to say. “Those sketches aren’t ready yet. Please don’t look at them.” Oh god, I’ll die if Kyle looks at them. If he sees the evidence of my tragic crush, then looks at me with revulsion, or worse—pity. I’d die. His jaw works. Kyle watches me steadily, considering, but he makes no move to flip through my incriminating sketchbook. There’s that, at least, even as my knees tremble beneath the table.

Thorne said. “I can agree with that. I remember seeing you draw more than sleep, though. There was one drawing you did I thought was the coolest thing ever.” “Oh yeah? What was it?” He leaned toward me, his eyes flashing with curiosity. My mouth grew dry. Instantly, I was back in high school again, excited and nervous to be chatting with my crush. “It was on the bottom of your shoe. You drew it with a permanent marker. It was a wolf’s face with crescent moons for the pupils.”

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”