Chapter 13:
Max sat on the couch in the suite, his pencil scratching away intently at the sketch that was just started to form. Although Max loved writing, sketching came as naturally to him as breathing. Whatever he was thinking managed to make its way into a form on a piece of paper. All through highschool he had doodled on the edges of his notebooks and needless to say, Kasey managed to come into one sketch or another. It made not have been her persay, though there were many drawings of her, but it had something to do with her, something with her essence in it.
This sketch, like all the others, was from memory. Max had managed to capture her head tipped back as she laughed, her lips curved into a brilliant smile, her eyes held more magic and light in them than usual, her loose hair spilled artfully past her ears and framed her face gently. She was beautiful. 'The first sketch,' Max mused 'that actually did her justice.' Unlike his other drawings of her, this one was recent, this sketch was from the memory of the creative writing class that they just had today.
"Man, you should be a freak'n artist." A voice said from over his shoulder, Max jumped, not realizing that anyone was there. "I mean really, that sketch looks exactly like her. It could be a photograph." Andy moved from beside the couch to sit beside him.
"I didn't realize anyone was around." Max said dumbly, knowing he was in hot water.
But, Andy didn't do anything, but take the sketch from his hands for a closer look. "Yeah, tris and I were in the other room, studying. I came out for food." Andy replied, still studying the sketch. "Damn Knightly, this is really good."
"What's really good?" Tristan asked, coming out of the room he shared with Andy. Max leapt forward to hide the sketch, but Andy took it out of reach.
"Check out Michaelangelo." Andy teased, handing the sketch to Tristan, who's eyes widened when he looked at it.
"Dam, I mean Damn. Is this Kasey?" Tristan turned his gaze to Max, who was, to everyone's surprise, blushing. (aww, isn't he so cute?)
"Yeah." He hung his head to hide his red face, praying they didn't start making fun of him.
"My God! If I wasn't so hung up on Mary, you'd have some competition here, Knightly. You made her gorgeous." Tristan shook his head and smiled.
"She's always gorgeous." Max's head snapped back up. "I had nothing to do with it."
"I didn't say she wasn't, but this picture portrays the way you see her Max. Almost as if she's too beautiful to be human, like she's an Angel. That's what I meant." Tristan explained, handing the sketch back to him.
"Kasey is an Angel and I'm the Devil that screwed it up." Max laughed bitterly. "Thankfully, she's giving me a chance at the whole friends thing."
"That would make me your son." Tristan chuckled.
"What?" Both Andy and Max turned to him in bewilderment.
"You said you were the Devil that screwed it up. Rory calls me the Spawn of Satan." He explained.
Max rolled his eyes. "You're whipped."
"At least I'm not sketching her yet." Tristan shot back with a smirk.
"Tushai!"(sp?) Max pretended to tip his hat at him, before standing up. "I'll catch you guys later. Oh, and congrats on getting your dates for Friday, the walls are paperthin." Max headed into his room and shut the door behind him.
His roomate hadn't returned home that much since the first night. Ben was one crazy party animal, one Max was sure he wanted no part of. No loss on him. Max liked having the room to himself most of the time.
Max searched his desk until he found a familiar brown folder. Inside were all his sketches of Kasey, from his first memory of her up to Graduation. Now he placed his first college memory of her in the folder and smiled to himself. Tristan was not the only one whipped. Yup, big bad Maxacvier Knightly was in love with sweet charming Kasey Saunders. He was crazy about her, no doubt about it.
I know that chapter was rather uneventful, but I wanted to delve a little bit into Max's character, but not so much as to take out the mystery and allure I've kind of created around him. Don't worry people, the romance is coming up in the next few chapters. We've got Troryness and AndyMaraness and don't think things are smooth sailing from here on out for Kasey and Max, nope, they've got a lot of old wounds to rip open again and let them heal fresh. So, keep on reviewing so I can keep on posting.
Max sat on the couch in the suite, his pencil scratching away intently at the sketch that was just started to form. Although Max loved writing, sketching came as naturally to him as breathing. Whatever he was thinking managed to make its way into a form on a piece of paper. All through highschool he had doodled on the edges of his notebooks and needless to say, Kasey managed to come into one sketch or another. It made not have been her persay, though there were many drawings of her, but it had something to do with her, something with her essence in it.
This sketch, like all the others, was from memory. Max had managed to capture her head tipped back as she laughed, her lips curved into a brilliant smile, her eyes held more magic and light in them than usual, her loose hair spilled artfully past her ears and framed her face gently. She was beautiful. 'The first sketch,' Max mused 'that actually did her justice.' Unlike his other drawings of her, this one was recent, this sketch was from the memory of the creative writing class that they just had today.
"Man, you should be a freak'n artist." A voice said from over his shoulder, Max jumped, not realizing that anyone was there. "I mean really, that sketch looks exactly like her. It could be a photograph." Andy moved from beside the couch to sit beside him.
"I didn't realize anyone was around." Max said dumbly, knowing he was in hot water.
But, Andy didn't do anything, but take the sketch from his hands for a closer look. "Yeah, tris and I were in the other room, studying. I came out for food." Andy replied, still studying the sketch. "Damn Knightly, this is really good."
"What's really good?" Tristan asked, coming out of the room he shared with Andy. Max leapt forward to hide the sketch, but Andy took it out of reach.
"Check out Michaelangelo." Andy teased, handing the sketch to Tristan, who's eyes widened when he looked at it.
"Dam, I mean Damn. Is this Kasey?" Tristan turned his gaze to Max, who was, to everyone's surprise, blushing. (aww, isn't he so cute?)
"Yeah." He hung his head to hide his red face, praying they didn't start making fun of him.
"My God! If I wasn't so hung up on Mary, you'd have some competition here, Knightly. You made her gorgeous." Tristan shook his head and smiled.
"She's always gorgeous." Max's head snapped back up. "I had nothing to do with it."
"I didn't say she wasn't, but this picture portrays the way you see her Max. Almost as if she's too beautiful to be human, like she's an Angel. That's what I meant." Tristan explained, handing the sketch back to him.
"Kasey is an Angel and I'm the Devil that screwed it up." Max laughed bitterly. "Thankfully, she's giving me a chance at the whole friends thing."
"That would make me your son." Tristan chuckled.
"What?" Both Andy and Max turned to him in bewilderment.
"You said you were the Devil that screwed it up. Rory calls me the Spawn of Satan." He explained.
Max rolled his eyes. "You're whipped."
"At least I'm not sketching her yet." Tristan shot back with a smirk.
"Tushai!"(sp?) Max pretended to tip his hat at him, before standing up. "I'll catch you guys later. Oh, and congrats on getting your dates for Friday, the walls are paperthin." Max headed into his room and shut the door behind him.
His roomate hadn't returned home that much since the first night. Ben was one crazy party animal, one Max was sure he wanted no part of. No loss on him. Max liked having the room to himself most of the time.
Max searched his desk until he found a familiar brown folder. Inside were all his sketches of Kasey, from his first memory of her up to Graduation. Now he placed his first college memory of her in the folder and smiled to himself. Tristan was not the only one whipped. Yup, big bad Maxacvier Knightly was in love with sweet charming Kasey Saunders. He was crazy about her, no doubt about it.
I know that chapter was rather uneventful, but I wanted to delve a little bit into Max's character, but not so much as to take out the mystery and allure I've kind of created around him. Don't worry people, the romance is coming up in the next few chapters. We've got Troryness and AndyMaraness and don't think things are smooth sailing from here on out for Kasey and Max, nope, they've got a lot of old wounds to rip open again and let them heal fresh. So, keep on reviewing so I can keep on posting.
