I don’t think you realize how much progress you can make if you don’t give up! I’m still not where I want to be, but look how far I’ve come. I’ve been drawing these characters for years, and look how much better they’ve gotten. It’s okay to be proud of yourself, I know I am.
Sam craned his neck away from the keyboard. He and Iaztiry were in their usual study hall class, trying to get the last bit of paperwork filled out for their trip to Morocco.
She puckered her lips, standing up beside him.
"You changed your scent."
What was she talking about?
"Huh? What scent?"
She allowed her nose to fall into Sam’s sharp locks.
"Your shampoo, you changed it. You always use Moonlight Path, but today…Well, I don’t actually know this scent. What is it?"
Right. Sam had been so busy he forgot to stock up on his favorite shampoo, so he had to use his mom’s. But he couldn’t concentrate on that, not with Iatziry so close to him. Her head barely rested on his, but her warmth was overwhelming. He could almost here her heart beating, but not quite. He liked her best when she was peaceful like this. Well, he like her regardless, no matter what she was like. Only if she knew…
"Uh, I had to use my mom’s shampoo today. I’ve been slacking off, babe. Do you like the smell?"
He could feel her smile in his hair.
"It’s not bad, just…unfamiliar. Tradition isn’t always good, but it can be. I think I prefer Moonlight Path for now."
"I’ll make sure to come get some from the store tonight then. A lot of bottles for the trip."
Iatziry wrapped her arms around his neck, but not in the forceful way he was used to.
"It’s funny, I thought you had slept over one of your slut’s houses and had to use their shower."
And she was back to her normal self.
"It’s funny, I didnt think you cared."
She closed her eyes and put on a pout.
"I don’t. You can do with your penis as you please. Just please at least try to keep it in your pants this summer. I don’t want you pissing off any morocco natives. That includes all the females and any of their possible boyfriends."
Sam smiled, but only ironically. The only person he had ever really wanted to be with was Iatziry, but she was always thinking about her studies, and never really seemed to be interested in guys. Sam wondered if anyone had caught her interest…Well, it wasn’t him that was for sure. And even though it hurt that she could probably never feel the same, he still enjoyed being with her. That’s what this summer was about. Sam clicked submit on the computer screen, ordering his plane ticket for the trip.
"You won’t have to worry about me, there’s no one in Morocco that I’m interested in, I promise."
It was silent, and he could feel that Iatziry had opened at least one of her eyes.
"Good. Then let the summer of good memories begin."
I just found out that I could hook up my drawing tablet to the computers in my college so guess who’s back at it again? But also guess who’s gotten worse because I haven’t been able to draw? Me, myself and I.