Drawings On Converse Novels & Stories

Knowing I had a pair of converse to wear made me feel better – I’d been barefoot for far too long, and it would make me feel more solidly myself, after all I’d been through, to wear something familiar. At the top of the bag was a big, comfortable looking sweatshirt, in a faded teal. I sighed happily, and placed it to the side, already convinced that that was what I’d be wearing for the rest of today. There were some t-shirts, all of which looked as though they’d be a little baggy and oversized, which made me very happy. As well as the tops were some gym shorts, all in browns and greys and blacks, which suited me perfectly. There was also some underwear – a fresh, unopened packet of pants, so

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

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“You should be thanking us for making you exercise.” “Please just give me back my stuff.” I watched helplessly as my sketchbook was tossed back and forth. Laughter filled the cafeteria as I watched the sketches falling out of my book, and I scrambled to pick them up. Ari and Amber picked up a few pages. “Wow, look at these designs,” Leo joked. “Are you sure this is for plus-size women?” “More like ogres and poor people,” Julia chimed in. I glared at her. “My clothes are for everybody.”

"Please stay still so I can capture your pose properly, unless you want your perfect nose ending up crooked." Settling back in with my linen canvas and paints, I studied his form critically, wanting to do him justice. His chosen pose had one leg stretched out long while the other bent at the knee. Both arms were tucked casually behind his head, showing off his toned physique. But I frowned, noticing the distraction - the size and length of his cock in that tight navy blue boxer briefs. I was going to finish that drawing in two days if I kept stealing glances at it. Reaching into the basket of clothes in the corner, I tossed him a fresh pair of black pants. "Here, put these on.Please."

Lord knows she has plenty. Relief floods through me and my throbbing core when Drew rolls back over with a small foil packet in between his index finger and thumb, a cheesy grin plastered along his handsome face. "We are in luck," he coos as he opens the packet up and rolls the lubricated condom over his enormous penis. I look down and gulp, nervous about the feeling to come. I'm no virgin. My old buddy Anderson and I had plenty of sex, but he was nowhere the size of Drew.

Suddenly, he picked up a pen, making Akiko look at him in confusion. "Draw something to pass the time," he said. "There's no paper," she replied. "Drawing doesn't always need paper," Glen said, holding out his hand. While Glen stayed focused on the game, Akiko began doodling on his arm. He remembered the black tattoo across his back-her drawings were nothing like that. "Hah..." Glen and Hans sighed after finishing the game-then froze. Glen's arms were completely covered in ink-flowers, cats, and random shapes.

Klaus’ POV For some strange reason, Drew told me he was inviting me to the movies, and obviously, I didn't refuse; we had never been to the movies! I had to take advantage of the fact that Drew had been paid and wanted to invite me—well, that's what he told me, so I decided to wear a pair of pale blue jeans, ripped from the knee; a black sweatshirt with colorful prints, which I really like; and my Drew has bought me clothes little by little since I insist on not using Norman's money until I talk to him. I put on a jacket for the cold and my converse.