10 - Drawings

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"Dylan," my mom's stern voice calls from the living room as soon as I step inside.

I know I'm in for a big scold.

It's not that my mom takes Abby's side or mine, but if I do something she doesn't approve of, she'll let me know and I already feel guilty about how I spoke to Abby. If she heard, I know she'll let me know how unhappy she is about me letting my temper get the best of me... again.

"Yes, mom," I sigh, finding both my parents on the couch waiting for me.

Abby's not here and since Uncle Jake and my siblings are not here. I bet he took her home and when to the park with them so my parents could have a talk with me.

"What happened a few hours ago can't happen again," she starts. "I know she was not being... nice but I've raised you better than that. You cannot treat a woman like that."

"I know," I groan. "I let my temper get the best of me. I am sorry."

"Well, I know you are your father's son. That temper is damn hard to keep under control but," she pauses because of a light elbow dad gives her and I try not to laugh. "You'll have to apologize."

"I know, but damn, ever since I've gone for college has been hard."

"I know baby, but she feels abandoned. We know you wouldn't abandon her but she has a valid reason for having that fear, try and be more understanding and maybe she'll be more supportive."

My mom has a point, and she's right. The problem is I've been patient, I've been understanding and still, Abby wasn't any more supportive of my career choice because she doesn't see it as one. Period.

"How did you guys make this work? You make it seem so easy, you barely even argue," I whine, falling back onto the couch, right in between them.

"Oh, it wasn't always that easy," Mom muses. "We didn't speak for almost seven years. For years I thought it was just going to be me and you, but then your father burst into my life again, demanding answers and throwing his temper - the one that you both share - at me."

"I don't think you remember Dy, but you hated my guts when you got to know me. You closed the door on my face and everything," dad chuckles.

I remember... vaguely.

"Oh yes, I remember that," mom laughs. "He was so pissed off that you had made me cry the night before that he told you to get out of his house."

"Oh," it's all I can say.

"Yeah, well, he was right. The way I reacted to our first encounters are not moments I'm proud of," he mutters.

"What we mean is, things aren't always easy. We're here, standing strong but we've faced a lot of obstacles. We thought we wouldn't do it for a long time but fate brought us together."

Mom's words ring in my brain. Is she saying that my time with Abby will always be a fight? I don't think I am ready for that.

"You may be at different times in your life, want different things. That's okay," she says, making me frown. "If you're meant to be together, you'll find your way back to each other. Just trust the process and the feelings you have for each other."

"I just want to have what you guys have. She's my best friend, I want her to be my soulmate."

"That's not how it works, Dylan," Dad chimes in. "Just because it happened to us, doesn't mean your story has to be the same as ours. You are your person, you will have your own story and your soulmate doesn't have to be your best friend just because it was what happened to us."

"But-"

"Baby," mom cuts me off. "You are young, I understand that you love Abby and want to stick by her, I admire you for that but don't lose yourself in the process of loving her. Never do that, please."

Instinctively, I nod.

"Your mom is right. What happens is what's meant to be. We probably wouldn't be here, together with a happy family if we hadn't stayed those years apart. It allowed us to grow, and see things from a different perspective. We just want you to focus on your future."

"Yes, okay." I give in.

"Now, go apologizes to Abby for being an asshole," mom ushers me.

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To think that apologizing to Abby would be smooth was ridiculous. She made it hard for me, and I know she kept guilt-tripping me but I was determined to make her understand that I do love her and that even though I am away, she's all I think about.

Even if the last statement is not completely true.

She gave in, just like I expected and we fucked again. But her tantrum came back when I reminded her that I had to leave.

As if the fuck wasn't bland enough, I had to leave with this sour mood because she accused me of using her for sex just so I could leave her again.

I mean, of course doing it was a plus. Even though I always have to do it how she likes it. But I would never get close to a woman just to get that in return. It's frustrating as hell because she knows me since we were five.

I've been pretty much the only constant in her life and still, she throws every mistake back in my face.

Making me feel that no matter what I do, it'll never be enough.

"We're here, Dy," Uncle Jake's voice breaks my reverie and I nod before we motion to leave the car and enter his house.

As soon as I'm inside, I exhale a deep breath.

Relief.

That's all I'm feeling. But shouldn't it be the other way around? To be relieved whenever I am home? Close to my family and my girlfriend?

"Stop overthinking kiddo, you go have some rest. Your classes start early tomorrow,"

"Look at you, being a responsible parent," I smirk.

Jake scoffs before saying: "Yeah, right!"

I chuckle while going into my bedroom.

There, I plop down on my bed and start to scroll down my photo album. It's mostly filled with pics of Abby, the both of us, my parents and brothers and uncle Jake.

I swipe through the pictures, feeling nostalgic. Things were pretty much perfect between me and Abby when we were just friends. If I didn't love her this much, I'd be feeling guilty for probably ruining the oldest friendship we have.

Would I feel it? Or am I feeling it already?

"Ugh, I can't be dwelling in this shit," I tell myself, exiting the photo picture and heading to messages to let mom and Abby know we've arrived.

Not that she'll answer me tonight, after that tantrum.

Instead of writing to them right away, something catches my eye.

A text message that I had been eager to answer if it weren't for the argument that Abby started right at that moment.

Luna.

I barely thought of her this weekend and it has me feeling guilty.

Did she pay whatever she needed to? Is she safe?

What if she texted because she needed help?

"Fuck, why didn't I answer right away?" I mutter.

Dylan: Sorry I didn't answer earlier. How are you?

I hit send and to try and not overthink it I grab my sketchbook and a couple of drawing pencils.

With everything else, I've only been painting during classes and we haven't even done much yet.

But I am needing it now.

It isn't only something I love to do and enjoy doing but it's also an escape from stress.

Some read, others exercise... I paint.

Well, I exercise too. At least I used to have martial art classes with dad but I haven't been since the beginning of summer.

I may go back to it if I find a place to attend here.

My fingers wrap around the pencil and I open the first blank page I find on the sketchbook. My hand starts to move and the first lines start to adhere.

The scratching sounds of the charcoal pressing onto the paper are enough to soothe my tense muscles and when the drawing starts to gain shape, I sigh.

Curvy and delicate lines start to give a female body some shape. A slender shoulder, a pointed nose and long and thin hands. I let the eyes and lips to the end and head to the hair.

That's when I press the charcoal harder, giving her a strong and dark shade, and then push the pencil down, elongating it. Long and curvy dark hair partly covering the girls head and back.

Lastly, I draw these cat-like eyes, with strong eyeliner accompanied by plump lips defined by an accentuated cupid's bow.

Seeming almost done, I stop drawing and lean back to look at the overall of my latest work.

With a gasp, I let the sketchbook fall onto the bed before I pick it up again.

I usually don't think much when I draw, and most of the time I draw things from memory. A specific moment at home, a place I hold dear and usually Abby.

But this time...

"Fucking hell," I grumble, not able to stop looking at it.

Weirdly enough, it's one of the best sketches I've done so far.

But fuck me, if the content doesn't confuse me.

For the first time in years.

Hell, I'd even dare say, or the first time in my life - that I wasn't asked to as an order - I drew someone who isn't my girlfriend or family member.

Not my mom or even my Nana...

I just drew... Luna.

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It's not a big chapter but I love the end.

The fact that he drew Luna without even noticing lol does it mean something in your opinion??

Next chapter there's more Dylan and Luna in her POV. How do you think she'll react by seeing him?


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