Sketch Pad
by Raventonguethemalice

Chapter 1: Intro

Reith kicked the crushed soda can across the sidewalk. The afternoon sun was hiding behind some large, gray, rain clouds. Sighing, Reith kicked the can a few more times, then, with one hard kick, sent it into a storm drain.

The wind began picking up. Reith walked a little faster, fisting the pockets of his track jacket. His shoulders bunched up, as he shivered a little.

“Fuck-n-eh” Reith said, to himself. Every five or so feet there was a tree with a circle fence around it, with a trashcan next to the tree. And every other teen foot was a parking meter near the sidewalk curb.

“One…Two…three…” Raith counted the cracks in the sidewalk, “Nine…Ten…”

He collided with something, sending himself, ass down, into the sidewalk.

Reith blinked a few times but couldn’t see. His mind jumped to conclusions, ‘I’m Blind!’ he thought to himself. Then he shook his head and his jet-black hair parted. He connected his sea green eyes with the persons deep brown, and Reith blushed…

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Marcus hoped out of the cab, “Thanks” he said, paying the driver. He slammed the door, hoisting up his messenger bag, and eyeing the plethora of buildings that dotted this street.

He looked at the buildings numbers trying to find his current destination, Apartment Complex 1743. He started walking down the sidewalk, “1801…1793…” he counted. He kept on walking, counting numbers. His light brown, eye length, curly brown hair was bouncing as he walked. It was a smidge cold outside, or so Marcus thought.

As Marcus was counting he noticed the sun was gone behind some dark clouds, ‘odd’ he thought, but continued walking and counting.

“1745…” he crashed into something.

When Marcus collected him self he saw a boy sprawled out on the ground. The boy’s left leg was tucked under his outstretched right left, and his long ebony hair was ruffled and covering his face. The boy shook his head lightly, and his hair parted.

Marcus was in shock. The boy had the most beautiful cheekbones and skin tone, a milky white color. Marcus’s fingers ached for his pencil and sketchpad. Marcus could already see the boy’s face forming under the light artistic pencil, guided by a masterful creator Marcus
And then, if the boy’s looks weren’t adorable enough, the boy did something that made Marcus feel warm inside… he blushed…