Trails

chapter 17

"you?" i ask a little disappointed and relieved at the same time.

he shrugs. "I'm not to exited either, so we'll have to make the best of it."

although i wasnt really dreading him being my bodyguard, this calmed me. i know he will take my mind off things and make sure i don't worry.

"okay. lets start with, whats your problem?" i say ever so innocently. "aaah nothing its just that the girl-" he cuts himself off. "my little 'sister' is going around kissing players in front of me."

"you did not just call eyan a player. you did NOT just do that." i get angry at his comment. I'm not really sure why but it bothers me so much.

"oh but i did jayjay." the way he curves his lips into my nickname makes me want to punch him, or laugh at him at the same time. "i didnt say it because i hate him. wich i do.... but i really said it because he IS one. if only you knew what he has told me in the little time ive known him. jayce, he's not your type he might have been elle's type. but he's not the one for you. trust me."

"dayne... i told him before he left that it wouldn't work, so shutup and if you call him a player again, your head will be so far up your butt you'll be able to see your abbs from there."

he grins wildly. "you just want an excuse to see them." he chuckles. theres the old dayne. i smile thanking the lord he is back. "uh i think your the one that will be seeing them..."

"so what do you want to do?" he asks. "day, theres nothing to do..." i tell him

"we could draw." he suggests pulling his drawing book from his pocket. dayne is an amazing artist, and has always been, he could draw anything, but rarely does anymore. i am supprised that he offered to do it. probably just to embarrass me, i am a horrible drawer. "why not?" i say taking the sketch book out of his hand. i open the book to reveal all the beautiful detailed drawings inside. "how do you do this." i gasp looking up into his electric blue eyes. he shrugs grinning proudly. "can you teach me?" i ask. "i can try, we have plenty of time." he says pulling out a pencil and flipping to a clean paige. first he begins to demonstrate how to draw a person while we talk. "you don't seem like the type to draw." i blurt out. "you don't seem the type to be crazy powerful and wipe out bad people, but you know, i guess we where both wrong." i elbow him in the ribs. as he concentrates his fingers move in swift movements, his brow is bent in deep thought, and his tongue is slightly sticking out of his mouth. i laugh silently because he looks so funny in thought.

he says a few words every now and then describing how to make something. minutes later he's finishing up. "...and then you just touch it up like that and ta da."he turns his final product around to face me and shows it with his hand. in place of the blank sheet of paper is drawn a mirror image of me.

"thats...brilliant." i was lost for words from nose to toes, the picture was so insanely accurate. in the drawing, i am smiling and laughing with a huge smile on my face. he rips it out and hands it to me. "you can keep it. i dont want your face in my book." he says nudging me jokingly. "thanks dayney boo." i say, knowing he hates it when he is called that. i laugh at him and stick my tongue out at him.

its funny how when im with him, how he makes me forget all my troubles. i dont think about the things ive done, he accepts me. he's like a bestfriend, or a brother. as i watch him draw i smile, thinking i couldnt be stuck with a better bodyguard.