Evan Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

I can’t wait for their wedding next year. Amber plans to quit her job at the bar once they get married because Evan wants to have kids immediately, and so does Amber. Amber wants to finish working at the bar this year before she quits and build an art career for herself. I was so happy when Amber told me she wanted to go back to school and pursue an art degree. I can't wait for the world to see the wonderful art my friend will create.

"Let's talk in the car. And your friend here…" "He's with me." Avery said. Evan gave a short nod, asked no further questions, and turned toward the parking lot. The three of them reached the car. Evan opened the driver's door, didn't ask where Drake would sit, and simply unlocked the rear passenger door as well. Avery took the front passenger seat. After the doors closed, Evan adjusted the air conditioning vents, then glanced over at her. "She's started drawing." He said. His gaze stayed on the road ahead, his speed steady at the limit. "The caretaker found some papers in the bedside drawer. The lines were messy, but one shape kept appearing."

The sun was rising. Elena ran into the room, still in her pajamas, holding a drawing. “Mama! Look!” Ava looked. It was a picture of all of them—the whole group, drawn in crayon, smiling. She saw herself, and Oliver, and Elena. She saw Ethan and Mia, Tori and Derek, Marcus and Samira, Jake and Nina. She saw the children, the dog, the garden. And in the corner, a small heart. “It’s us,” Elena said.

A moment of friendship. But in the background, slightly blurred but unmistakably visible, was a corkboard pinned to the wall of the studio. And pinned to the corkboard was a child's drawing. The one Ethan had made. The "Golden Family." The man, the woman, and the boy, connected by shimmering gold lines where the cracks used to be. The caption read simply: The Blueprint. Aurora put her hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. They hadn't exploited Ethan. They hadn't put his face on the cover. They hadn't turned him into content.

He grabbed her hand and brought her closer to what he was busy drawing, while Beatrice offered to go and bring snacks, since it seemed like it was another day for the family to enjoy their time outside. "Is that our family tree?" Ava asked as Evan presented the art piece to her, and her eyes heard so many unsaid emotions at the representation of what was before her. "Yes. One is me, Autumn, you, and Dad," Evan answered, "Autumn told me that you said that Ethan could be our daddy." A lump formed in Ava's throat as she stared at the beautiful piece of art, and she tried to control the tears that were already lurking around her eyes. It was so hard not to get emotional at the sight of what her

He watches the raindrops as they roll down the window, his finger following a big one before it disappears. “How can I go see Mommy on my birthday…?” Evan whispers to the window. He draws a few shapes into the condensation. He draws a flower in honor of Ella and for Noah, he draws a soccer ball. He pulls his hand away from the window and stares at the redness of his fingertips. His face lights up and he sprints to the bathroom, turning on the water. Minutes later, Evan dunks himself into the tub. One would expect the water to be warm and soothing, but Evan made sure that the bathtub is freezing. His skin feels like someone is poking him with hundreds of needles, but he soon gets used to the

For a moment he forgot about his problems and looked at other kids drawing with their fathers. “I have got you, Champ. I promise you, right? Let's get started now,” Liam nodded eagerly as Evan took a seat beside him. Now nobody would mock him. And they started drawing the painting which Evan had in his mind. He drawed the characters for Evan to fill the colours to make it into life with real characters.

I still have to thank those brownies because they stopped me from seeing the obvious public display of affection that the two were portraying. With that, I gripped the pencil tightly in my hand and focused on the smooth canvas in front of me. The outline was there, and I couldn’t help but think that hyperrealism really wasn't Heather’s strongest feat. I shook my head and grabbed the eraser to tweak her outline. Her drawing looked like a handsome man, but it didn’t look like Evan at all.

“I won't let you continue your life like this. And because I'm your best friend and best brother, I'll help you. We'll start by going to the Gala tomorrow night” “Still not interested” “Come on. There will be a lot of ladies for you to pick from. Surely, you'll find your type there and maybe….. “ His words were cut off by the continuous dink from his phone. He picked it up and smiled so widely “Ohohoho. What did I tell you? She just sent two messages” Evan closed his laptop and got up from his seat. Even their heights were the same. It was almost impossible to tell Evan and Elliot apart based on their physical appearance, except from a small detail…. Evan had a mole on his back, Elliot didn'

Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourful scribbles had become distorted and blurry. It was that day Lucas realized, that he and little Evan had a lot in common and one of them was their love towards art. The raven-haired was nothing but immensely grateful for Evan’s presence in his life now, and someone who deserved a huge credit for making him realize that, was his best friend, Austin Lee, who had graduated from the same university, majoring in liberal arts and was currently work