Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

He then looks towards the pile of drawings on the floor. “Wow, where did these come from? This designer is amazing” Michael says in awe as he picks up a few sketches to look more closely at. He moves so he’s next to Cassandra, back leaning against the bed. Cassandra scoffs. “Nice try Michael,” Cassandra says, thinking Michael is just trying to be nice about her drawings. Michael looks at her completely confused. “You know I drew them, you don’t have to pretend to be nice,” Cassandra says shaking her head. “Wait what?....you drew these?” Michael clarifies as she nods.

I confided smiling at him. "Sure I will get it for you Aviv," he replied returning the smile and left. I then began to adore the drawing gazing at every detail. Ella had drawn a lady with a marvellous figure andmarvellouss height. The best part of the picture was the dress worn by the lady. The knee-length body-con dress was perfectly fitted on the body of the lady giving sexy curves on the chest. Her hair was made two braids hanging on each side. Lady's both hands were on her waist and legs were crisscrossed. She was wearing high heels.

I grabbed my navy blue Converse and tied them back on. I check the outfit in the mirror to see how it looks. The best thing about these Converse wad that they matched literally any outfit. I brushed my hair and let it fall loosely in its s-wave layers and applied natural looking makeup, nothing bold or obvious. I grabbed my little black purse just as the doorbell rang and walked down the stairs just as an excited Timmy opened the door, revealing Jake, who sported a Nike hoodie which I was sure I was going to steal later, loose jeans, and his black and white Nike sneakers.

“See you tomorrow.” They split ways, Andy joining his friends, laughter trailing behind him. Jaden went to the library. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears. He walked slowly between the shelves until he reached the table. Kai was there. Headphones on. Hood down. Completely absorbed. Jaden stopped a few steps behind him. Kai wasn’t studying. He was drawing. Pages filled with outfit designs. Sharp lines, confident strokes. Jackets that looked like they belonged on runways. Details precise enough to feel real.

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.

“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.”

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.”

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

“It’s a shoe.” “Congratulations,” I muttered, wiggling my hand in a silent demand that he return the sketch. “You recognize basic objects. I’m so impressed. Now give it back.” But he kept staring, tilting his head from one side to the other. “Open toe, chunky heel platform with buckles,” he murmured. “Interesting.” Pointing out one part, he said, “You went with an ankle strap instead of t-strap.”

I cracked open the windows just in case but closed the blinds tighter. I sighed, not at all how the night was supposed to go. I bent down and took off one of her shoes, then the other. They were Converse that had been painted over. Each had a foggy grey and green silhouette of a forest running down the sides, simple and calming. She was wearing pink fluffy socks. I chuckled quietly. That was not what I would have expected.