Secret Artist

So I was looking for a pen in Marcus’s backpack today (okay fine, I was snooping a little) and found this sketchbook I’d never seen before.

Secret Artist

Curious, I opened it up and… wow. Page after page of drawings. Of me.

Busted

His secret art project

There’s me reading on the couch. Me laughing at something on TV. Me sleeping with my hair all messy. Me making coffee in the morning. Even one of me studying at the kitchen table, completely lost in my textbooks. They’re actually really good - when did he get so good at drawing?

When he got home I confronted him about it (okay, I was sitting there with the sketchbook open like evidence).

Artist and muse

Poor guy turned bright red and started stammering about how he hopes I don’t think it’s creepy. Creepy? Try the sweetest thing ever. He’s been sketching me for months and I had no idea.

Apparently I’m his ‘best subject’ because I ‘actually sit still sometimes.’ Fair point. I may have to start posing more dramatically just to give him better material to work with.