Summer 9 🌻
Remember Alex? Ever since I ditched him at the Flower Dance, the “nice guy” act is officially over. Completely gone. Like it never existed in the first place.
He’s kinda a jock.
Arrogant. Full of himself. Always talking about sports, his “glory days,” and how he’s going to make it big someday. Like this town is just some temporary stop on his way to greatness. If I remeber correctly, he won a few Highschool Football events? I was never that much interessted in football, so I faced out, while he was talking about it.
It’s weird though. Because when I visited his house… everything felt different.
He lives with his grandparents — Evelyn and George.
She’s the sweetest person I’ve met in this town so far. Soft voice, kind eyes, the kind of person who makes you feel welcome without even trying. Like stepping into a warm kitchen on a cold day. And somehow, she always has a tray of cookies on the counter 😃 It's awesome.
George is… well. George. Grumpy. Direct. Probably not my biggest fan either.
But then there’s Alex. In that house, he’s quieter.
Not the loud, cocky guy from outside. Just… someone sitting at the table, not really knowing what to say. Like all that confidence (and abs) doesn’t quite fit between those walls.
(I mean, those abs that draw your eyes down towards his crotch – my goodness. They’re shaped like a perfect triangle, an inverted triangle, a visual path to bliss. I think I counted 11 muscles. Ten are visible, and as for the eleventh, we know exactly where it is.)
And for a second — just a second — I wondered if there’s actually more to him.
Maybe a softer side. Maybe something real.
But then he opened his mouth again and ruined it.
So yeah.
I just know that something about him doesn’t fully add up.
(note: I am truly a horrible, digital artist. But I wanna color my pencil sketches...)
