Novel & Cerita Drawings On Converse

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.

Half-finished profiles, small studies of my mouth, my knuckles. He didn't just draw my hands. He drew the veins on my forearm. He drew the calluses on my fingers. He drew the scar on my left palm. I feel something in my chest lurch. This isn't a sketch book. It's an obsession, and I’m so here for it. I flip a page and my breath stills in my throat. It’s me, drawn from the side, on my knees. My head is bowed, my hands clasped behind my back. It’s not last night. It’s from a drill. But the focus he’s captured is all sex. The tension in my spine, the line of my ass.

my father asked quietly. "God, I hope not." My voice cracked. "He's my baby, Dad. I don't know what to do." Lucian padded over, barefoot and grinning, holding up a sketchpad. "Look what I drew!" He flipped it around. A caricature - me with exaggerated sharp jaw and tattoos, my father beside me looking stern and regal, both of us sitting exactly like this by the pool. It was surprisingly good for a thirteen-year-old. "This is the trend now," Lucian announced proudly. "Caricatures. I made one for you guys."

But, heat. Hm. Crossing to the underwater drawer, I pick out a pair of black boy shorts and a strapless bra. Slipping into them, I tug on the dress. It takes me a moment and some maneuvering but I manage to do up the tiny side zipper, dragging to just under my armpit. I smooth my hand down the fabric, it’s so light, and airy, I had the insane urge to do jumping jacks. I have my own white converse, an expensive Nike I’d spent a few thousands on and absolutely loved, but still, I slipped on a pair of ankle socks and helped my feet into the shoes I found with the dress.

"Here's a pencil, Ashley." I take a pencil. I draw the curves and edges. I sketch all I see before me. When the bell rings, I notice I drew a soccer ball in front of the ballet shoes. Perhaps somewhere deep within, the desire to be friends with Aiden is so strong that I express my sorrow in art. "Pencils down. We will paint these the rest of the week." Mr. Connor comes over to my painting. "Nice ballet shoes on a soccer field. That would make for an interesting performance."

I ended up with delicate silver swirls along my temples and cheekbones, while Isaac chose bold blue designs that highlighted his eyes in an annoyingly attractive way. “Now for the real fun,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward a section of pavement that hadn’t been decorated yet. He bought us each a box of chalk, and we knelt on the ground side by side. “I have no idea what to draw,” I admitted, staring at the blank concrete. “Just let go,” Isaac suggested, already drawing a stick figure. “There are no rules.” No rules. What a concept.

“I didn’t even know you could draw, let alone sketch something like this.” “Well,” she said, flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder and leaning a hip against the edge of my desk, “you’re not the only one who can surprise people, Luna. I’ve been dabbling here and there.” “Dabbling?” I echoed, holding up one particularly detailed design of a pair of boots with a hidden slot on the inside to keep cash or other small necessities. “This looks like a year’s worth of practice, not dabbling.” Ava shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but there was a flicker of something else in her expression—something I couldn’t quite read just yet. “Well, people change,” she said simply.

I called out as I unzipped the backpack. Inside already sat a half-formed disaster: sketchbook, crayons, a Hot Wheels car, and a sheet of paper that looked suspiciously like a contract. I held it up. A note from school. I folded it and slid it into the front pocket before Ash decided to add a little dinosaur art to the corner. “One foot here, partner.” “My foot is big-gie!” Ash complained. “It doesn’t fit.” “Your big-gie feet fit in a dinosaur’s mouth, so they definitely fit in shorts,” Zane told him.

Casual dresses that I can wear for school. I find a set of buttons by the door and click one. 5 draws open and I see an assortment of sunglasses and hats. I press another button and 5 more draws open with an assortment of scarves and some more hats. I press another button and 5 tall draws open with all different kinds of shoes. I press the last button and 4 draws open and it is an assortment of jewelry. I laugh at everything and think to myself I am still 100% going to continue shopping even though It looks like I have everything I could ever need. I just love shopping.

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.