I've Fallen For A Guy With Fangs... [[Why Does Cupid Hate Me?]] The Story Of Arielle Danes ~ {26}

"Y-Yes! Of course!" I cried, smiling so wide, I thought my face would split.
I mean, I knew he drew me, but he'd never asked me to sit for him.
I followed him into his room, and he scooped his drawing supplies out of his trunk. He sat on the bed, and I was on a chair.
I sat perfectly still for about ten minutes, and Jonas finally made a frustrated noise. He threw the charcoal pencil across the room and flopped down on his bed.
"What? What did I do?" I asked.
"You didn't do anything!" he said. "It's me! I can't draw anything!"
I got up and approached the bed. I picked up his sketchbook, and looked at the newest page. It had a shaky outline drawn on it, I could tell it was a female form, but there was no detail.
Jonas was frustrated. "Look! Look at my hand!"
He held up his hand, and it was shaking like a leaf.
"What's wrong with me?"
I almost laughed out loud. "You're nervous!"
"I am not!" he protested.
I gave him a dubious glance.
"Okay... Maybe a little."
I laughed.
"Here," I piped, sitting down next to him. "Let me help."
I picked up the pencil, and handed him the sketchbook.
"Love, I just can't."
"Try again," I insisted. "All you have to do is concentrate."
He took a deep breath, studied me, and then bent over his sketch pad, scribbling away. He sighed again.
"I'm having trouble with your eyes."
I got back up, and sat down on the bed again. I picked up his right hand, and placed it lightly on my right eye. "The senses are all connected. If you feel my eyes, you'll be able to draw them."
He traced my eyelids, my lashes, and he smiled. He began to draw. Within minutes, my eyes were drawn perfectly on the paper.
"I'm also having trouble with your chin."
I jutted it out. "Go ahead."
He ran his graceful hands over the contours of my chin and neck, concentrating as he did so.
Once he drew those, he hesitated, then asked, "Your hands?"
I offered them to him, and he held my hands in his.
I noticed he wasn't drawing.
"Your hair?"
He ran a hand through my long dark locks.
"Your legs." He smirked.
It wasn't a question this time. It was a statement.
I put my legs, up on the bed. I was wearing the dress, so they were exposed.
Jonas ran his hands over the contours of my calves, and he closed his eyes.
He took extra time, just sitting there, running his hands softly up and down my legs... I rested my head on his shoulder.
He gathered courage and asked with a cunning grin,
"Your lips?"
I said nothing, only smiled.
He raised a shaking hand, and traced the edges of my lips...
Slowly, ever so slowly, I leaned in towards him. He let the sketchbook fall to the floor, and stared at me, a look of longing in his eyes.
Quickly, I closed the space between us, and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, a sweet kiss... Our lips parted, and Jonas looked... happy.
Then, we pulled away. We looked at each other dreamily for a moment, and then Jonas snapped out of it.
He pushed me away, and leapt up from the bed.
"W-What are you doing?"
I was stunned. "Me? You kissed back!"
"I... Arielle, I feel so horrible about saying this... I... I don't like you in... that way..."
"Oh," I said, surprised. "Oh. Yeah. Right. I... I understand..."
God, I'm so stupid!
"I think you may have, um, gotten the wrong idea...About us..." Jonas said awkwardly.
"Oh.. Well, I..."
"I understand how you might have, erm, thought that I... That I... Well, you know... L- Um... Had feelings for you. In that way..."
I got up from the bed and started backing away.
"I mean, I am a very flirtatious person," Jonas continued babbling. "It's just... you know, I wasn't serious..."
Oh my God! I'm so stupid! Had I actually though Jonas had feelings for me? Why would someone like him like a silly little human?
"So... I'm really sorry if, you know, you thought that we were... erm... romantically involved... erm..."
"Um... Well, thanks for the dress."
"Sure, no problem." He avoided my eyes.
"I'm... Going to bed now."
"O-Okay..."
I backed away from him, very slowly, making sure to give him a chance to say something if he wanted.
I was just through the doorway when he opened his mouth. "Hey... Ari?"
"Yes?" I asked eagerly, maybe a little to eagerly. "What is it?"
"I... Nothing."
I sighed. What a baby.
I haven't slept for, like, a week. It's because I've stayed up late, typing into the night...
IT'S ALL FOR YOU!
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Love,
Ms. Marauder