"True love doesn't exist, does it?"
Lizzie Walter has struggled with the belief that love could actually exist. After her parents' failed relationship, Lizzie prefers to stay with her best friend, avoiding making new friends. When she ends up being...
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As I made my way back to the living room, I couldn't help but think about the drawing. The absolutely amazing drawing. That was just a sketch. One that seemed so simple to her, but seemed incredibly deep and meaningful to me. The girl's emotions in the drawing seemed to reflect the fierceness and unpredictable quality of the ocean.
I also couldn't help but wonder if the drawing meant something more to Lizzie, and that maybe it was a representation of how she was feeling. Or maybe it was just a drawing she made. Shaking my head slightly, I plopped down on one of the couches and joined the rest of the group as they were laughing about something I hadn't heard.
I looked up as Lizzie walked in and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, Oliver, Sky and Harper on the floor while Logan was in the single recliner. I watched Lizzie for a few moments while she joined in on the joke, throwing in a sarcastic response to combat Oliver's stupid statement. Looking up, I noticed Logan observing me. I cocked an eyebrow and he shook his head with a sly smirk.
Moving my attention back to the group, I shot a quick glance at the TV where it seemed like another Marvel movie was playing, Captain America this time. Sighing, I relaxed more into the couch, turning slightly to join in the conversation as the night drew on.
***
Waking up, I stretched my arms up, hearing my back pop as I finally moved from my position on the couch. Looking at the floor, I choked back a laugh at the state of the trio on the floor. Oliver was mouth open and snoring while Skylar was next to him slightly curled into his side, Harper on her other side face down on the floor. Logan was reclining in the recliner, snoring softly while Lizzie was.. not there.
Stepping over the still sleeping children, I carefully made my way downstairs and to the kitchen where I found Lizzie up and about making what looked to be pancakes. Walking up behind her, I gently jabbed her in the side, causing her to let out a small squeal and turning around to wack me on the shoulder with the spatula. I chuckled, moving to the other side of the island and sitting on one of the barstools while she continued flipping the pancakes.
"Morning," I mumbled, my eyes looking around the kitchen quickly before glancing back to her face. A small smile graced her face and I grinned.
"G'morning." She glanced up at me with a smile before looking back at the pancakes. I watched as she left the pancakes and moved to the fridge, pulling out a carton of strawberries and blueberries, setting them beside the sink to rinse off before moving back to the pancakes.
Standing from my place on the stool, I made my way to the sink and began rinsing off the fruits. Once I finished, I dumped the now clean fruits all into a bowl that Lizzie had placed beside me at some point. Moving the bowl to the island, I placed it next to the plate that already had multiple stacks of pancakes on it.
It was quiet between us, but the silence was peaceful and I found myself enjoying just moving around the kitchen quietly and not needing to make conversation to enjoy her presence. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I turned to look at her again, leaning against the countertop. Almost feeling my gaze, she turned slightly a cocked an eyebrow with a smirk and I shook my head with a grin.
