Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

But I wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated. “Then make your own version,” I finally said. “Let’s see who does it better.” Aaric smiled with triumph. “Challenge accepted.” He stepped away from the concrete divider and crouched down, pulling a black leather notebook from his backpack. With smooth, swift motions, he started drawing clean, precise lines—more mechanical than my free, emotional sketches. I watched every move, captivated despite myself.

The Huxleys. Killian's POV “Killy bear, why didn't you wear the green tie I sent last month, it would have been a dashing fit with your awfully plain white collar T-shirt. And those shoes—” “They are called Converse, Mom. Sure you have heard that that is what people wear to casual occasions.” My mother rolled her eyes, complaining about something else while I had decided to take a longer route by leg to My Café.

"We're gonna draw something on the sand." "Oh boy," Andy muttered, but she heard him and elbowed him slightly in the ribs. "Ouch, that hurt!" he cried. "It was supposed to, genius." "Fine, I'll go first." He shrugged. He picked up a stick and got busy. I watched his hand movements on the sand curiously. When he finished, I nodded in an impressed fashion. He drew a tree. It was not a Leonardo style but it was wonderful and near. Peering closer at the diagram, I shook my head in mild amusement. How convenient that the tree he drew happened to almost resemble the acorn tree I had plucked the frisbee from.

she makes a shooing motion at me. I take the clothes into the bathroom and dress quickly. Everything fits perfectly and I wonder how Mr Collins knew my size, especially my underwear. I push the thought of him choosing underwear for me from my mind, not wanting that embarrassment to add to the shitstorm of a day. When I leave the bathroom Dot is holding out a brand-new pair of crisp white Converse, I shove my feet into them and follow Dot out the door, ready to explore my new world.

Callan said as he stared at his writs where the perfectly done cuff links sat. "I do em for my dad all the time. He's bad at it too" I said. "Come on let's go! Alpha must be waiting for us" I said as I pulled away from him. Callan held up his hands and went further inside his closets. He came out with a pair of black Converse in his hands. "No you wouldn't" I said aghast that he'll ruin his ensemble like that. "Oh I am" Callan said as he sat down on the dresser and started putting em on.

he spoke, suddenly making me flinch. I was just too immersed in the drawing and forgot that I am in his lap. [Are they not good?] I am not so confident and these are not exactly the kind of models from the human world because if I draw similar ones I feel like copying. "Too much cloth on skin" He spoke.

he smirked devilishly, and I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry," I bowed my head down, and he nodded twice. "Come have this," he said, handing me a drawing paper. I walked closer, collecting the paper from him, and my mouth fell open in awe, staring at the design on it. "These are so beautiful," I complimented, my eyes still lingering on the paper. It was a design of various suits, and it was colored like it had been brought to life. "Of course, they would be beautiful. I worked on them," he said proudly, and I scoffed.

Drawings. It’s drawings of me. I stare frozen, even line, every detail, it’s me. My caramel-blonde hair, my gray-blue eyes and even the three freckles just below my right eye. It’s that little mark that sets me apart from my sisters and he captured it. I swipe carefully, my heart racing. There is a full drawing of me, my heart pauses because I remember, it was a gala night and I was wearing a blue dress, my head tilted as I was laughing. It’s one of the pictures that was taken when I was caught unaware. More drawings of me that I post online, my caramel blonde hair tied into a bun in that sunset photo.

He said, looking at Drake who raised an eyebrow. “And the eye’s drawing? We have a picture of it being on your head, and now it is gone…” “Makeup.” He said, pulling out a bag from his pocket. It was one that people often used when they wanted to make drawings on their faces. Drake frowned at the sight of the colors before he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can try drawing it if you want. It doesn’t hurt, and if you are lucky, you won’t get a rash afterwards.”