Two Artists
Quiet.
That was the only way to describe the classroom. A few students murmured to each other, but other than that. Absolute silence. Infact, it was so quiet you could hear a pen drop.
The class stirred, looking towards the back of the room as a pen actually did hit the floor. Nathanaël heard a few bodies shift and felt eyes burn holes into his body. Thankfully, the feeling didn't last long.
He bent down in his seat and started searching for his writing utensil. He located the pen, but before he could scoot to the edge of the bench to grab it, he saw first two little pink flats with black bows. He froze, slowly raising his eyes. Pale, smooth looking legs, pink pants cuffed mid-calf. He gulped.
It's...
The girl bent down and picked up the pen, her blue eyes meeting Nathanaël's. In a flurry of movement he sat up, his head smacking the underside of the desk he was looking under in the process.
"Gah..!" He rubbed his head and felt his cheeks burn.
"Hi Natahnaël, I think you dropped this," Marinette stood up straight and extended her arm out towards him.
"Uh... I did- that's...- it's...- pen..." He gave a hopeless sigh and gave up, taking the pen from her hand.
Her very cute, very holdable hand...
He was so lost in the thought of even holding hands with her, he almost didn't hear her next statement.
"Oh wow, I knew you drew but I didn't know you were that good! I'll be right back!" The small girl danced over to the table that she had moved to across from his.
The red haired boy suddenly remembered he began drawing Marinette when she moved to talk with Juleka and Rose. Of course, she wasn't actually staring love-struck at him in real life like she was in his sketch. He quickly stuffed the drawing into his bag. He stiffened at the sound of her settling next to him.
"I draw a bit, too! Wanna see?" She held up her sketchbook, "I thought maybe I could see yours and you can see mine-- ya know, artist to artist,"
The immediate sight of her--just... her-- knocked the breath from his lungs and added significantly more color to his cheeks. The only thing he could do was nod, because his mouth didn't seem to work for him around her.
Marinette got closer to him and lay down her sketchbook.
Oh man. I'm a goner.