[2019]
Metal was sporting a soft smile as he sat drawing in a book.
"Whatcha doing?" Trent asked as he sat down in the couch placed next to the one Metal was sitting in.
Metal shrugged a little, not moving his eyes or the pencil in his hand away from the notebook he had rested against his thigh.
"Come on…" Trent was tempted to lean over and sneak a peek.
"Journaling, I guess." Metal shrugged, "Adding a few sketches here and there…"
"Can I see?" Trent asked.
Metal smirked and glanced over at the other guys before he winked at Trent, "Only if you want to wake up with sharpie tattoos for the next week or so…"
Trent nodded a little, "Never mind…"
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[Later that evening]
"Hey, now that we're alone…" Trent shrugged, "Want to tell me what you were writing and drawing?"
Metal smirked again, and tossed the notebook.
Trent opened the book and found the latest page. "Me? Again?"
"You're fun to draw…" Metal winked, "And you did stop that bleed Clay had. So… Yet another time I can draw you without it being suspicious."
Trent chuckled a bit, "You're really great at drawing…"
"I didn't joke about art school, you know…"
"It's hard to believe that's actually true, with the personality you show the rest of the world." Trent looked over, "But, makes total sense for me."
Metal smirked a bit.
"And writing too…" Trent shrugged, "I was there… But the way you describe it feels more real that what I felt out there…"
"Hey, it's only words on a page. Not hard at all."
"We are of different opinions when it comes to what's hard or not…" Trent chuckled, "I mean it, I would read an entire book series if you decided to write one."
"Like you'd ever find the time to read anything other than medic stuff…" Metal chuckled.
Trent shrugged, "-Or, you could just tell me the stories… I'd love that too."
"Well, if I ever decide to make up stories… I'll let you know."