Oklahoma, Tulsa Friday, 21:34 pm ᯓ★

‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ you've always loved drawing, the joy of creating such amazing and beautiful things on the pages of your sketchbook. drawing in your room, at school, outside, just about anywhere. whether if it's a scenery, an animal, a plant, an object, a person...

one particular person you loved to draw a lot was Johnny. you had been friends with him for quite a bit, and you developed feelings for him eventually. every detail about him was engraved in your mind, making it easy to capture him on the page. there were at least 10 drawings of him in your sketchbook, never actually showing them to him since you never grew the guts to do so, just like telling him how you felt. funny thing is, Johnny also had feelings for you, perhaps maybe even more. he'd always stare at you in secret and try to always hang around you every chance he got, but he's always been a very shy person, so he also never got the courage to tell you just how much he liked you.

currently, you and him were hanging out in your room, talking about whatever subject came to mind, until at one point, you left your room for a second, leaving him alone. he caught a glimpse of your sketchbook on your desk, curiosity growing and wanting to see your drawings inside, since you didn't always show everything in it to him. he got up from your bed he was sitting on, walking over to the sketchpad and picking it up. he did feel like he should probably ask you first, but he really wanted to see more of your drawings, flipping through the pages and looking at each and every one of them, smiling at your talent. he continued looking through it until he suddenly landed on a drawing of him, making his eyes widen a little and his heart racing, admiring how you captured him on the page. he flipped through more of the pages, finding a couple more drawings of him, which caused his heart to beat more and more, his cheeks getting redder and hotter. he was too distracted by what he was seeing to hear your footsteps...