I hadn't known he was this good at drawing. I knew he liked it, but... I've seen loads of designs afterall it was part of business so designing wasn't new to me but seeing him do it was new. I think his clothes designs and art projects need more work but this...
I scanned the design and sent it to Wales.
-By next week it should be in the country.
He said he was commissioning it, should I really let him pay for them? But he'll feel better if he did... I'll just cut off some costs.
-How much?
Hmmhhh! He could afford that but then that means i'll be getting money from home. Not that I'll feel a thing if my sister buys something from my design house, that's helping family rise.
I got him to write a receipt getting some discount in, cutting some extra costs then asked him to send it directly to Blane.
"Do you like the design, is it okay?"
"It is, very delicate and classy."
"Should I design one for us?"
Apart from the beads and a silver watch, I didn't have anything on my wrist...I should get him another bracelet. I'd given him three and he still wanted more?
"Sure...a simple one though."
I should also get him a ring. That I'd design myself...a promise ring. Pink diamonds would look great on his finger.
Once he got the receipt, he seemed happy...though he found out it's cheaper than normal, understandable as he buys jewelry himself. Then he showed shock once he saw the name at the top of the receipt.
Blue Nector was something I'd just said on a whim back then. People call me Blue...it was a way to hide in plain sight the name Bellan. I hadn't known Blue Nector was this sought after...it's great to have someone interested in these things close. All those boys care about is the money brought in and a share in profits.
Driving around, eating the local food while he marked a checklist, the market, somehow he seemed to like looking at the fresh produce. That entailed our day one, day two was something else.
The shopping mall was packed...they seem to always be. We moved from store to store, mostly window shopping and me being a good carrier and photo man. He was looking at displays and taking photos. It seemed after this short break, their design class would be hectic, so he was looking for inspiration before hand.
Once before, he'd stood Infront of a mannequin looking at a dress design. Then, I hadn't thought much about it, this was what they always did but recognizing the patterns and his reaction as he walked away, I called over an attendant.
Maybe I was wrong...a huge maybe, but better find out later and curse myself or laugh it off than let something he seemed to like slip away like that.
He got mom a scarf...Paula a pair of furry slippers and Jenny a notebook he'd spent minutes mulling over. Why? I didn't know but he likes it, so great. I'd stare her down until she didn't have a reason to refuse it. I hadn't known they would all like their presents, Jenny included so...okay!
A plane ride later and we were back at school...much to everyone's anguish. They hadn't wanted to let him go...not surprising really but why didn't they realize he was mine?
He had an idea about some design and wanted to work on it in the dorm which i think I understand. There are times you want to do something in a place you are accustomed to. Watching him be this enthusiastic made me more than happy.
The school still had people, some who took night school, some courses didn't have the unnecessary breaks so it was fairly full.
One day in and I had to go out. Quint had encountered some trouble he hadn't wanted me involved in yet I still had to get involved.
"Tough break huh!"
"Nothing much, I had my level of fun."
Right! Right! I'd have liked his level of fun but not when I had to drop someone at Taffy's and when we had just two days to school.
Is it strange that after I'd been asked questions, I begun to realize I was too close with this guy? Like the distance we are sitting now as I tend to his little scrapes. Maybe we had been too close for a good while, but I felt nothing for him and I was more than sure that it was the same for him.
If I was asked whether he and Rashid had something, I'd have doubts but, he and I, really?
"I'll ask and you'll answer."
"What is it? I thought I'd filled you in on everything that happened."
"It's kinda conflictual and personal."
And hella awkward for some reason.
"What is it?"
"Have you ever felt anything for me other than friendship?"
"You stupid or something?"
"Answer the question!"
"I've never, have you?"
"Hell no!"
"Then answer mine."
I sighed, at least it's not as awkward now.
"I am not stupid. But someone asked and I think at some point we never even thought about some things."
"True! Once I like someone, he'll be the first person I tell."
Okay! Looks like I was as transparent as I thought everyone was. That being said, I really hope he's saying the truth. I hope he never had feelings for me. He's my best pal...having have hurt him like that even though it was unknowingly wasn't something that I wanted between us.
"What about Rashid?"
"The hell?"
"Just asking, don't shoot the messenger here!"
It seems Quint just wanted an extended holiday...and a bike that I had forgotten to deliver.
I opened the door looking in and first thing I noticed is my little boyfriend sleeping on my bed. From the beginning, his beddings had just been eating dust so we'd repacked them. Now he could shamelessly sleep on my bed holding one of the many teddy's I'd gotten him.
I don't think he wants me seeing what he has on so I quickly move and help him change clothes into something more casual and one he could easily think he'd slept in.
It was late, to the point the two of us had had a good telling down from the guards. Quint had blamed it all on me. He'd suggested going to our own places, a hotel even but I'd wanted to see Blane and he'd followed me. I'd take those words anytime if it meant I'd see this cinnamon roll sleep this well. I quickly freshened up before getting to bed. The small hands hugging me now feeling nice.
"Riley!"
That voice keeps away all fatigue and stress.
"I am here now darling, let's sleep."
"You're late!"
"Sorry!"
I wasn't late... infact, I hadn't told him I was coming today but it's fine, I'll take it all.
"Don't hug me...I am angry."
"Sorry babe! Forgive me okay?"
"Mmh!"
He apparently didn't want me to hug him yet he was holding me so tight. Who should I really listen to? His voice or his heart? His heart has always been the right option.