A boy brushed red living in black and white(manwhore series)
I try to ignore his glare and try to focus on my sketch..its’ just a graffiti type of drawing..it says Quiet! but it’s really heard to see the defined shapes..
Aydan slides a note across the desk, he leans closely so I can smell the cinnamony, spicy cologne..
Hey…Whatcha drawin??Aren’t you having fun in class?:)..
I let out a soft chuckle and quickly scribble back on the paper..
nothing…just drawin again..if your having so much fun..why don’t you pay attention?=)
I pass the note back and I see him read it and a smile starts to play across his face..his cheeks turn a little red..by now..mine are way redder than his…
Can i see it?
I write back agaijn
I don’t show anyone what I draw..
mmm..well, Im an exception..right?
I look at his response and ponder..what the heck…
well..okay..only because YOU think your special..
I pass the note on top of my sketchbook and slide it..
His eyes get big with either dismay or shock.
A moment suspended in time..