"...Don't Wait Up For Me" | d.w.|

Hating Dallon For This \c.b.\

"So what do you want to work on? Any ideas?" Dallon asks me, taking out and loudly placing his blue sketch book on the table. I shrug, biting my lip. I look down at my maroon sleeves and pull down the extra fabric so they can cover my hands. "It'd be nice if you would participate here!" He raises his voice. I snap my head up and snap it to the side to look at him. I glare at into his stupid blue eyes. "Well, excuse-fucking-me for not knowing what to do because I've never had a partner before!!!" His mouth was gaping and eyes wide. I just shake my head and look forward. For some reason, I feel guilty. I roll my eyes and look at him. Already sketching something. Nothing in particular, just... Random. "...Sorry for snapping at you. Like I said, I'm not used to having a partner so I don't know what to do. Am I forgiven?" I say softly, being polite. Dallon meets my dark green ones and gives me a small smile. He nods. "I forgive you, Clementine. I understand you're not used to this. I mean, not to be rude but I had no idea you existed before just a few minutes ago." He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "No one knows I exist so don't be embarrassed to say that." I say, getting a little tingly feeling in my stomach. He just smiles and looks down at his sketch book to a clean page. I take out my favourite pencil. It has red and green strips decorated on it and the eraser was a plain bright red. The lead sharpened to a perfect pointed tip. "So, I was thinking about doing one that shows a lot of emotion- OOO WE CAN DO ONE LIKE A LIFE STORY AND AS IT GOES IT GET PROGRESSIVELY SAD OR HAPPY OR ANGRY OR MAYBE ALL OF THOSE IF WE-" I get cut off by Dallon laughing. I smile out of nervousness. "W-what? W-what are you l-laughing at?" I ask giggling a little myself. He look at me still laughing. "You get really excited about these type of things, don't you?" My eyes widen and I feel my face heat up, I hide my face with my hair to hide my red cheeks. I glance over to see him staring, his laugh dying down. "Yeah, I do a little. Sometimes I'm not really aware that I'm getting over excited." I laugh, uncovering my face from my strawberry blonde hair. He keeps his smile and looks down at his sketch book, doing a double take at me. "Y'know," Dallon says, writing down my idea. I feel a feeling of appreciation in my soul. "I wish I did know you. You seem.... Awesome." He chuckled and keeps writing, glad that he didn't see my deep red face after those words. I'm going to hate Dallon for this.