Day 3.

The next day, she came to sit below the same tree, but her new afternoon companion didn't show himself. So, instead, she sketched the people passing by, the scenery. However, she soon got a bit bored. After what he'd told her, she had stopped drawing the Irish brothers. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't appropriate to ascribe such activities on unsuspecting random guys. Maybe, even though they were never supposed to find out, it wasn't completely okay to bring real people into her fantasies and use them like puppets in her little dreams. Well, usually, she wasn't hurting anyone, was she? Although, this time, perhaps she had.

She was ready to pack up and go, when she raised her head and spotted, far away, between the trees, the unmistakable figure of the other brother. The dirty blond one, with a body that could make a grown woman cry, and an angelic face to perfect the picture. Even at that distance, his striking blue eyes mesmerized her. He was walking along the park's path, his arm casually flung around a gorgeous girl's shoulders. They stopped at the bench, where she, herself, had been seated two days ago, when she'd first noticed the guy. He was nuzzling the crook of the girl's neck, making her giggle while trying with all her might to play hard to get.

The tip of the pen began to scrape back on the paper furiously. It attempted to capture the boyish look on his young face, the whimsical twinkle of his dreamy eyes. The symmetrical traits of his flawless features, the ideal proportions of his frame. He looked like what made Greek poets grow mad with yearning, the kind of vision whole nations would go to war for. The kind of beauty that would turn even his own brother's head.

It seemed like he knew it too -he was cocky for sure-, but also like he didn't truly care. He was clearly out on a date, though hadn't bothered to dress up or even pass a comb through his bed hair. He didn't need to, of course, however, it showed that his own looks were the least of his worries. That little Adonis wasn't a Narcisse; he might not even have owned a mirror. And that was the real root of his devastating charm.

The problem was, as much as she scribbled on the page, she couldn't manage to get the girl right. No matter what she attempted, no matter how she started, it just didn't fit. So, as inconspicuously as she could -even though she had now been made perfectly aware that she was being a stalker- she got up and moved to another sitting place on the ground, just to try at another angle. She was so small, dressed up so discreetly, that she was used to being invisible when she decided to. Well, except for that one's nosy sibling.

Maybe because she was now under the wind, she unintentionally caught snippets of their conversation:

"If ye don't want me brother sleeping in the room, lass, we should go to yours." He had a slightly deeper voice than his brother, but a matching irresistible Irish brogue.

"You know we can't do that! My father would kill you!"

They looked about the same age -probably in the very early twenties-, although he seemed to have cut the apron strings a long time ago. As if the two brothers were already used to only have each other.

"I can be very quiet…" he said, slipping a not-so-discreet hand under her blouse.

The girl almost squealed before kissing him hungrily and loudly moaning. "See, maybe you can, but, with you doing that, I cannot!" She laughed.

He nipped at her collarbone some more, his fingers traveling on her stomach, brushing the underside of her breasts before coming back down to tease the waistband of her skirt, not concerned in the slightest that they were out in the open -and under the prying eye of a zealous artist.

"Are you sure you can't ask your brother to go somewhere else for a while?" she inquired, breathless and clearly desperate to find a solution in order to quench her rising thirst.

He stopped his ministrations to sigh. "He'd really hate me if I did that. Ye know he sincerely doesn't mind if ye come back there with me. Plus, he's worked late and got plastered last night, so now he's napping; he probably won't even wake up!"

"There is absolutely no way I'm doing that with your brother right next to us, Connor! Don't insist!"

"You're killing me, lass…"

The girl scowled; he kissed her again.

And -God- did that look nice. So much so that the pencil had stopped its frantic course for a moment, just for her to be able to sear the sight in her memory. She wasn't even pretending not to stare anymore.

The girl's hands were clasping his hair and sliding under his shirt as well. His own had descended on her thighs, clamping at her flesh and flattening on her back to keep her close. Things were heating up fast.

"Okay, lass," he ended up panting, "let's go back to my place, I'll kick him out."

The naughty aspiring portraitist creeping on them gaped and almost stood up to protest: 'Don't do that to him!', but she stopped herself at the last second and let them walk away. She couldn't interfere like that. Even though she could grasp how much his brother would be pained at being asked to leave the apartment they shared.

She wondered how she could have become so invested in some stranger's business like that. She really needed to get a life of her own. She especially realized that was the case when she found herself shivering in the evening's cooling air. She told herself that she had simply been too caught up in her drawings to feel it sooner, but the truth was, she'd barely consciously waited to see if the discarded brother would show up. Just to keep him company. Except he didn't, and she scolded herself for being so stupid.

He had left her angry the last time anyway, so there was little chance he would ever come back.

Hell, she truly needed a life! It was time to get her ass to the college party tonight, that she had planned on ignoring once more. See if she was able to live outside of the fantasies…

Thank you asmallthing for your review! I will ;)
This one was a little short, I guess. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to divide the chapters into days, because, then they're bound to be really uneven...

And, btw, if anyone has the drawing skills to make those wishes come true, please do send me a link ! :D