The Accident

When Emily is told she is moving in with a brand new family- She panics. She never fit in anywhere, how is she supposed to fit in with a new family? But maybe, a Romeo and Juliet fanatic will help her on her way...

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16. Chapter 13

~Omg, Zoella is writing a book!!! :D So excited ♥

 

I was itching with anticipation. My last pencil was sharpened within an inch of it's life, and I had no drawing material, so I couldn't draw Hugo yet.

Hugo was forever pestering me to draw him, and I'd like to get at least two pencil and a rubber before I start the picture. So, I reluctantly asked my mother for some money.

I never usually asked, because she never had any money to spare. When I did ask, I stressed the point that I could live without the money.

But she just laughed.

"Don't worry, babe."

Ugh, I hated when she called me that.

"This job pays better than the waitressing job back home."

"Thanks mum" I uncomfortably smiled, accepting the money off of her.

I went with Hugo to the bookshop, and I felt almost relieved at buying a sketchpad, a rubber and a few different pencils.

We then headed to the lake, and I patiently explained for the third time why I needed a few different pencils for black and white drawings.

"I'll draw your face and shoulders, okay?" I said, when we reached the lake.

He nodded.

"Sit whatever way's comfy, so you don't have to move much."

I started to draw. I enjoyed the fact that I could stare at Hugo's face for an hour or so without it being creepy.

You noticed small details you don't usually notice when drawing someone's face. Hugo's jawline was a soft square shape,, his ears are slightly pointed and he has gorgeously long, luscious eyelashes. And II got to stare at his eyes. They really were magical.

I started to finish the drawing, tweaking just a couple of lines.

"Now," I began, "If you don't like it, just tell me" I said, cringing as I handed over the drawing to Hugo whilst he walked around, getting rid of the stiffness.

Hugo's eyes quickly darted over the picture.

"Emily, it's amazing!" He put it beside his face. "Identical!"

He looked amazed. I personally was frustrated with it. The proportions and shadings seemed alright, but something was off, but I couldn't put my finger on what.

"Not really" I mumbled, mortified. I could never take a compliment.

"It is!" he insisted. "You should go to an art college!"

I felt myself furiously blush as I looked away. He put the picture beside me, and sat nearby, and I diverted my eyes to my knees.

"Emily.. Learn to take a compliment" he said warmly, as if he had just read my mind.

"Easier said than done" I shrugged.

He shuffled over to sit right beside me.

"Then learn" he whispered softly.

"How can I-" I began to ask, but was cut off.

Hugo's lips were on mine.

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