Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

He nods his head. Most of them are drawings of places, people and carriages, and horses. He’s very good. I’m fascinated. One sketchpad has various sketches of nude figures. He runs his fingers through his hair. “Those were mostly humans. I didn’t…sleep with any of them..you know..” he stammers. I just shrug and keep leafing through them. I’ve done sketches of nudes of both men and women. We have an open studio with live nude models every Thursday evenings at the store.

His dark copper hair is a mess, his shirt hanging out – his neon eyes bold and dazzling. He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down, and takes his socks off individually. Jace De Leon's feet —Whoa, what is it about naked feet? Turning, he gazes at me, his expression soft. "I assume you're not on the pill." He sneered. What! Shit. Why will I be on any pills? What pills is he referring to? "I didn't think so; I don't take pills." He opens the top drawer of the chest and removes a packet of condoms. He gazes at me intently.

I frown shaking my head “There ain’t no way I’m wearing the heels. I’ll break a hip in them” He nods “Converse or doc martens it is?” I smile looking to my feet “Converse I think. My white ones are over there” He gets up and grabs them for me, pulling out ankle socks he helps put them on me. My hair had been curled with just a little pulled back at the top, my makeup minimal because I can’t stop crying and I’d only ruin a full face.

They bowed to each other and then turned to Conor and I. “It looks easy… But you have heels on Jo. I don’t think I have any.” I said turning around and pulling the top drawer of shoes out to see if I could find any. “Only flats and some sandals…” I grumbled, pushing the drawer back in. I turned back to Conor who had a wrapped box waiting for me. I looked up tentatively. Where did that come from?

My hand shake but only slightly, but I clench them into fists until they became steady. That night, as usual Cole return late. His boots drag against the floorboards, his breath already laced with drink. As he collapses onto the bed, he doesn’t speak to me, he kept his back turned to me. I sit at the table with my sketchbook open, the candle flickering beside me, and draw. Wildflowers. I always draw wildflowers.

The sound of tearing fabric fills the room and my breaths come out heavy. His eyes roam over my body and I bite my lip. I'm not wearing any panties and I'm completely naked except for a pair of white Converse I had on with my dress. I decorated them with some jewels and put lace in place of shoes strings. I wanted my feet to be comfortable because I had plans of dancing with my husband tonight. "How do your sneakers always turn me on so fucking much?" I know it's a question, but I don't think he's looking for an answer right now.

Should I pencil it in? I stared at the message. The two worlds couldn’t have felt more different. Caleb...with his coffee and calm voice and quiet humor. And Ashton...crashing back into my life in a giant green dinosaur suit. I didn’t reply. Nathan wandered into the kitchen, still barefoot, now holding his drawing book. "Look what I made today," he said quietly. He opened the page. A green dinosaur with a cape. Next to it... a smaller dino. "This is you and him?" I asked.

The first draw that Emmet opened contained a single hairbrush, come medicinal creams for rashes and burns and the like, and a card of black hair pins, a collection of ribbons, and bobbles - all entirely innocent. The next draw was empty, apart from the approximately ten sets of socks, all black, and only two of them extra warm for the winter, and another two pair of shoes, just placed here. No slippers though. One of the shoes were black boots that would go upto about Lila's mid calf, while the other shoes looked like they would be worn by school pupils as part of their uniforms. Emmet did not blink at them, finding them to be within the confines of Lila's admittedly childish tastes, and clo

“But not clothes. I mean my illustrations. Sketches. I’ve got dozens of them stacked in portfolios back in my office and still sketching more.” “You want to hang sketches at a festival? You do realize this isn’t an art museum, right?” I laughed. “Obviously. I’m not talking about a quiet exhibition with velvet ropes and moody lighting. This is more like… fun fashion corners. Think giant display boards near the games or food trucks – spots where people can stop, look, vote for their favorites. Maybe even try sketching their own designs beside mine.” His expression didn’t change, but I saw his fingers tapping idly against the steering wheel. Watching me quietly.