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This is actually two characters you all have never met, but they mean very much to me- they are the lead characters to a novel I have been writing since I was in grade 10. That's 5 years! A long time, but I wanted to know everything- their weirdest experiences, favorites, even family origins- until they seemed almost real to myself. I use that information to write about them easily, so I never have to make something up on the spot.
This is Sydney Harrison, and her poor best friend slash muse, Julian Timothy Worth. They grew up together in the same neighborhood and have been boon companions throughout all the trials and insanities that have come their way.
The exerpt I chose is what this drawing is based on: after a very unfortunate drinking stunt which resulted in Syd's boyfriend at the time abandoning her to avoid the trouble that would come with it, the conversation turns into the very awkward manner that Sydney stumbles upon Julian's feelings for her after all that time.

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“I think you’re making a mistake. I think you should rethink being with him.” The advice came out of left field and it shocked me into breathlessness for a moment.

“What? Where did that come from? Would you start making sense today, for the love of-”

“Well he doesn’t love you.” He spat in flushed fury, and my face grew hot with resentment.

“So? We’re just teens! I don’t expect him to!” I cried, and he looked at wits end with me.

“Well he should!”

“He shouldn’t!” I hissed. “That’s too much too soon.” He looked at me wildly for a minute, and I was almost certain he was going to explode into tears.

“Well I do!” He burst forth on a crest of emotion.

“What?!” I said, and used all the strength I had in my body to keep from tumbling off the couch and screaming for the rest of my life. What was going on?! Julian went so pale, he was practically translucent.

“Oh, nothing! Go home!” He said swiftly, shoving his guitar in my hands and jerking up to take off. I lashed out with my hand after him frantically and held him in place.

“What did you just say?!”

“Oh, you’re so daft!” He roared, and like a bolt of lighting, I blinked and he was gone. The door slamming was like a break in my mind.

“AHHHHH!!!” I screamed out, throwing myself at the floor and slamming my fist against it in agony. I had to take a few gulps of air before coming to terms with what I had to do. I knew I had to approach him, oh Lord. How? My nerves. I looked around anomalistically for a moment before scrabbling silently toward his bedroom door. I could faintly hear Across the Universe by The Beatles sifting out through the cracks and openings of his door.

“Jules-”

“Quit screaming!”

“I’m coming in there.”

“Don’t you even-” And I barreled in with the grace of an ox wearing stilettos. He looked indignant at my violation of his sanctuary. I suddenly felt humiliated. What the hell did I think I was doing? I tried to look like I knew as I climbed swiftly onto the bed beside him, playing the part of the stubborn idiot I was.

“I heard!” I declared, and he glowered at me.

“What do you want me to say? I’m a douche, just- I’m sorry. I don’t expect anything Syd, I just couldn’t help it with all that’s-”

“You never meant it?” I faltered a little with a dent to my fierce, strong shield. A look of deflation came about me and he looked mortified. Then he looked quite firm.

“I don’t lie to you and I’m not about to start. You think it’s easy to sit idling by when you go gallivanting off with that idiot boyfriend Wile E Coyote and go missing- then turn up loaded...” He trailed off when I sniffled and seemed alarmed by the fact that I was sporting tears and maintaining a smile at once.

“Syd?” He barked “What did-”

“Oh, you’re such an idiot!” I squalled, causing his expressions of disarray and alarm to increase.

“But I never-”

“Say it.” I choked, and his hands paused on my face where they were tending to stray tears.

“Say-?” He silenced himself at my pleading expression. His eyes seemed to beg me for mercy. His face grew scarlet in his demure composure, and I almost felt ashamed for asking him to say it straightforward. A look of determination seemed to possess him, and he looked up at me timidly with a quantum breath.

“I love you.”

For a moment I seemed too overwhelmed by the words. Many times in my life I’d heard them, direct or indirect for me, but never like that. Never in such simplicity or honesty. As a matter of fact, I’d never received the true meaning of the words until that moment. Then I noticed his hands, gifted and precise, trembling in the wake of the heavy words. I clasped them in my own -no thinking today, it seemed- and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his firmly. A small sound in his throat of surprise, his hands sliding to hold my shoulders in place. Tense and uncertain.
Should we?
I slipped my arms around his torso.
Love me.
His body relaxed at the touch and his arms drifted from my shoulders to my back, drawing me nearer instead of holding me back.
Finally. Let me.
Our lips parted and it all seemed to become so natural. The bolder exploration only seemed to heighten our senses. And in that moment I felt something I had never, ever given or received in the entirety of my short life. I felt absolutely euphoric. One of my hands traveled to the base of his neck, my fingers weaving the silken threads of carmine.
I had two alike thoughts at that moment that I suppose he must have had to bear long before me.
Why hadn’t I noticed?
Why not earlier?
It could have been. But it was ridiculous to go back so far, wasn’t it? I’d known him nearly as long as my own sisters. Ironically, it had been him who was my first kiss. The wooden swing that occupied my back yard was where it was, yeah. That old piece of crap had barely supported us. Two doubled seats faced each other and we’d been gathering plants and dandelions for my rabbit Pookee. On a few lilacs he’d gathered for me, a little guest with eight legs, a golden body and a red stripe had startled him. In his haste to rid himself of the unexpected visitor he ended up splintering himself on the harsh red swing. In my concern I’d gripped his young hand and tended to it carefully. I’m uncertain as to why it unraveled into said events, but upon glancing up in triumph I recall him kissing me appreciatively on my smiling lips. When I returned it and withdrew he’d rubbed the back of his neck, clumsily retreating for a fresh batch of lilacs.
The only guy whose house I would sleep at, let alone as much as my own.
Julian carrying me off the skating rink howling after showing the kids what not to do on skates. Julian running off to get me a smiling daisy band aid after I’d been not so slick at skipping rope, and lost a battle to it. Julian telling me he liked the endless variations my hair color and style evolved into. Julian writing songs of admiration and devotion, leaving me mystified as to where their inspiration originated. Julian rescuing me from my many idiocies and escapades, my drunken endeavors, my mother. An arm around me at funerals, be it my grandmothers or my gerbil Winkles.
Julian always.
Was I always this dunce?
I pulled back gently, resting my forehead against his. My hands were on either side of his head, intertwined in hues of copper.
“How do you put up with me?” I whispered pitifully. He let out a breath of laughter as he beamed.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say it took practice.”

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I feel so fuzzy and happy right now. GAK!

<3Mish

Description
This is actually two characters you all have never met, but they mean very much to me- they are the lead characters to a novel I have been writing since I was in grade 10. That's 5 years! A long time, but I wanted to know everything- their weirdest experiences, favorites, even family origins- until they seemed almost real to myself. I use that information to write about them easily, so I never have to make something up on the spot.
This is Sydney Harrison, and her poor best friend slash muse, Julian Timothy Worth. They grew up together in the same neighborhood and have been boon companions throughout all the trials and insanities that have come their way.
The exerpt I chose is what this drawing is based on: after a very unfortunate drinking stunt which resulted in Syd's boyfriend at the time abandoning her to avoid the trouble that would come with it, the conversation turns into the very awkward manner that Sydney stumbles upon Julian's feelings for her after all that time.

---

“I think you’re making a mistake. I think you should rethink being with him.” The advice came out of left field and it shocked me into breathlessness for a moment.

“What? Where did that come from? Would you start making sense today, for the love of-”

“Well he doesn’t love you.” He spat in flushed fury, and my face grew hot with resentment.

“So? We’re just teens! I don’t expect him to!” I cried, and he looked at wits end with me.

“Well he should!”

“He shouldn’t!” I hissed. “That’s too much too soon.” He looked at me wildly for a minute, and I was almost certain he was going to explode into tears.

“Well I do!” He burst forth on a crest of emotion.

“What?!” I said, and used all the strength I had in my body to keep from tumbling off the couch and screaming for the rest of my life. What was going on?! Julian went so pale, he was practically translucent.

“Oh, nothing! Go home!” He said swiftly, shoving his guitar in my hands and jerking up to take off. I lashed out with my hand after him frantically and held him in place.

“What did you just say?!”

“Oh, you’re so daft!” He roared, and like a bolt of lighting, I blinked and he was gone. The door slamming was like a break in my mind.

“AHHHHH!!!” I screamed out, throwing myself at the floor and slamming my fist against it in agony. I had to take a few gulps of air before coming to terms with what I had to do. I knew I had to approach him, oh Lord. How? My nerves. I looked around anomalistically for a moment before scrabbling silently toward his bedroom door. I could faintly hear Across the Universe by The Beatles sifting out through the cracks and openings of his door.

“Jules-”

“Quit screaming!”

“I’m coming in there.”

“Don’t you even-” And I barreled in with the grace of an ox wearing stilettos. He looked indignant at my violation of his sanctuary. I suddenly felt humiliated. What the hell did I think I was doing? I tried to look like I knew as I climbed swiftly onto the bed beside him, playing the part of the stubborn idiot I was.

“I heard!” I declared, and he glowered at me.

“What do you want me to say? I’m a douche, just- I’m sorry. I don’t expect anything Syd, I just couldn’t help it with all that’s-”

“You never meant it?” I faltered a little with a dent to my fierce, strong shield. A look of deflation came about me and he looked mortified. Then he looked quite firm.

“I don’t lie to you and I’m not about to start. You think it’s easy to sit idling by when you go gallivanting off with that idiot boyfriend Wile E Coyote and go missing- then turn up loaded...” He trailed off when I sniffled and seemed alarmed by the fact that I was sporting tears and maintaining a smile at once.

“Syd?” He barked “What did-”

“Oh, you’re such an idiot!” I squalled, causing his expressions of disarray and alarm to increase.

“But I never-”

“Say it.” I choked, and his hands paused on my face where they were tending to stray tears.

“Say-?” He silenced himself at my pleading expression. His eyes seemed to beg me for mercy. His face grew scarlet in his demure composure, and I almost felt ashamed for asking him to say it straightforward. A look of determination seemed to possess him, and he looked up at me timidly with a quantum breath.

“I love you.”

For a moment I seemed too overwhelmed by the words. Many times in my life I’d heard them, direct or indirect for me, but never like that. Never in such simplicity or honesty. As a matter of fact, I’d never received the true meaning of the words until that moment. Then I noticed his hands, gifted and precise, trembling in the wake of the heavy words. I clasped them in my own -no thinking today, it seemed- and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his firmly. A small sound in his throat of surprise, his hands sliding to hold my shoulders in place. Tense and uncertain.
Should we?
I slipped my arms around his torso.
Love me.
His body relaxed at the touch and his arms drifted from my shoulders to my back, drawing me nearer instead of holding me back.
Finally. Let me.
Our lips parted and it all seemed to become so natural. The bolder exploration only seemed to heighten our senses. And in that moment I felt something I had never, ever given or received in the entirety of my short life. I felt absolutely euphoric. One of my hands traveled to the base of his neck, my fingers weaving the silken threads of carmine.
I had two alike thoughts at that moment that I suppose he must have had to bear long before me.
Why hadn’t I noticed?
Why not earlier?
It could have been. But it was ridiculous to go back so far, wasn’t it? I’d known him nearly as long as my own sisters. Ironically, it had been him who was my first kiss. The wooden swing that occupied my back yard was where it was, yeah. That old piece of crap had barely supported us. Two doubled seats faced each other and we’d been gathering plants and dandelions for my rabbit Pookee. On a few lilacs he’d gathered for me, a little guest with eight legs, a golden body and a red stripe had startled him. In his haste to rid himself of the unexpected visitor he ended up splintering himself on the harsh red swing. In my concern I’d gripped his young hand and tended to it carefully. I’m uncertain as to why it unraveled into said events, but upon glancing up in triumph I recall him kissing me appreciatively on my smiling lips. When I returned it and withdrew he’d rubbed the back of his neck, clumsily retreating for a fresh batch of lilacs.
The only guy whose house I would sleep at, let alone as much as my own.
Julian carrying me off the skating rink howling after showing the kids what not to do on skates. Julian running off to get me a smiling daisy band aid after I’d been not so slick at skipping rope, and lost a battle to it. Julian telling me he liked the endless variations my hair color and style evolved into. Julian writing songs of admiration and devotion, leaving me mystified as to where their inspiration originated. Julian rescuing me from my many idiocies and escapades, my drunken endeavors, my mother. An arm around me at funerals, be it my grandmothers or my gerbil Winkles.
Julian always.
Was I always this dunce?
I pulled back gently, resting my forehead against his. My hands were on either side of his head, intertwined in hues of copper.
“How do you put up with me?” I whispered pitifully. He let out a breath of laughter as he beamed.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say it took practice.”

---

I feel so fuzzy and happy right now. GAK!

<3Mish