Drawings On Converse 소설 & 이야기

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

Maybe I’d just stay there for the rest of the party. Really? Twenty-nine years old, and you’re really going to hide inside like a coward? I ignored the voice. I’d gladly take the coward’s way if it meant I didn’t have to see— A pair of blue Converse stepped into view. I skidded to a stop, dread settling over me. Slowly, my eyes followed a pair of dark blue jeans to a white t-shirt with a skull and crossbones across the front, only the crossbones were kitchen utensils. Finally, I reached a grinning face.

Makenzie finished order in her mask and was lost in her own thoughts. She was thinking about how much of a gentleman he was, and how happy he was. He must be dating a girl who had a crush on him! In the box. Cassius held a drawing in his hand. On the drawing, it was a very special diamond, two intertwined lines, tightly wrapped around a six clawed diamond, and the entire circle of these two lines was intertwined, creating a very unique design.

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 winked at Nora. Leo rolled his eyes. “Right…” The guy introduced himself with a dramatic little bow. “I’m Drew. You think Connor’s cute? Shame about his penis, isn’t it?” Nora lifted a brow. Drew leaned in conspiratorially. “Wasn’t wearing a cup one day. Sliced clean off by a skate. He’s like Barbie now.” Leo snorted into his drink. Beck reappeared, grabbed Drew by the collar, and started dragging him away.

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.

Both of them were wearing polished shoes, Drew wearing a black one, as for Uriel, a brown one. “Won’t you tell me how it’s made? Please? Marcus is not here anymore.” Uriel begged, with his pout and puppy eyes. I just laughed at this, since he looked so cute and funny at the same time. I shake my head as a no, still standing by my statement that I won't tell how it’s made.

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?