The Butterfly Girl: A Star is Born

#24 Improper Introductions

[Sophia]

"Hey Sophia," Fleetfoot swung down from the platform of the tree house. "Did you build this yourself?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"No, it's been here probably longer than me. I don't know who built it."
Fleetfoot swung back up and stood up. I hopped up myself and went inside. I sat in the small chair and pulled out my phone, checking any notifications from a few of my games and my texts. Nothing new from Apollo.

Why do I have so many of these games? I hardly play any of them.

I heard Fleetfoot hop off the platform and join his brother who was swinging on the nearby trees. They started talking to each other and I got up from the tiny chair and sat down on the platform with my legs swinging over the side. I stared at them as they quietly talked to each other.
I wasn't paying attention to what they were talking about. I just watched them before I yawned and stretched my arms in the air, then dropped them back down at my sides. I went back to retrieve my bag and sat down again. I didn't know when Apollo would be back so I decided to continue to take advantage of this time.
I pulled out an old blue binder, a double-sided pencil case, and a whole pencil pack. I set the case and the pack on my left and opened my binder. A large stack of papers was held in the front pocket, though I knew it wouldn't last long. I'd have to take them out soon and put them with the rest of the drawing pile back in my room. Unless I wanted loose papers falling out every time I open the binder or hold it at an angle. I've had that happen to me a lot.
In the double-sided pencil case I have a set of 5 black pens, each with a different size tip. I use those for outlining after sketching. In the other side, it houses on teal pencil and four mechanical pencils along with a large, dirty pink eraser. I use the regular pencil for light sketches and the others for both writing and sketches. Yes, there is a difference from regular pencil to drawing pencil. Unfortunately, no one but other artists understands this...
In the pencil pack, I have a set of marker pens held together in a tight rubber band, and behind those are 7 colored pens and 50 colored pencils also wrapped tightly in a rubber band. Marker pens are good for colored outlines and to fill small spaces. Colored pens are just... pens with colored ink of course. I only use those when I'm doing pen only sketches or writing in colorful ink. But they tend to smudge a bit, so I have to be careful when I use them. I don't use them a lot.

I pulled out an unfinished sketch, selected the teal drawing pencil from the case and continued the sketch I had previously started. At that point, I had completely tuned out the Twins' conversation. It was just me, the pencil and the paper. Everything else was a blur.

Hmmm, the face looks wrong for some reason. Oh that's- the eye is up to high. And it doesn't look like it's looking up. that's why...

I pulled out the eraser and fixed the mistake before looking down at where the Twins were still talking. Their voices were hushed, but I stopped caring about what they were saying and started noticing the little details about their odd physic.

Huh, their hair is the same but parted oppositely. And their skin is more pale than I thought. I don't think I have that shade of grey. Oh, and the back of their shirts is really torn. Have they been wearing the same shirt for so long? Yeesh...

Eventually, I snapped back to my drawing. But of course, every now and then I would stop, look up, and my mind drifted. I do that almost whenever I draw. It's not really that noticeable, but it's just a thing that I do. For some reason it feels like time has slowed down, but really I spent 30 minutes on the sketch before I finished up and moved on to the outline. I used the black pens for that.
Going slowly and making sure I was outlining the right places, I'd finish in no time. I was still debating on whether I should color it or not. As I thought about it, I heard the Twins climbing up to the platform and stepping over to me, but I didn't turn my head to look at them.
"What are you doing?" they both asked.
"Nothing..." I replied blankly.
Flyboy sat down next to me, looking over me as Fleetfoot leaned on him and looked over at me.
"Are you drawing?" Flyboy asked.
"What are you drawing?" Fleetfoot asked too.
"I don't know..." I replied blankly again.
I don't understand why people ask what I'm doing, when I'm clearly doing something in front of them. I'm obviously doing something, and you can see me do it, so why do you need me to answer? I don't understand why they ask me what exactly what I'm drawing too. You have eyes, why don't you peer over my shoulder at a more uncomfortable angle and figure that out for yourself?!
I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain. Just, y'know, artist problems...