"If I had a grey and white binder the grey binder would be popping at the seams and the white one would have a single piece of paper in it." Zephyr snorted, then added, "Nevermind the white one would be empty- I gave my one good drawing to you" He chuckled, then glanced at the binders. "Well I don't want to injure my pride as I look at your astounding drawings, but let's give it a shot." He took the white binder and the first drawing, in all its glory, was AMAZING. "How do you even do this!?"

Sophia shrugged "it's just a horse. Nothing you haven't seen before. There's a ton of worse ones and a few good ones. " she got up and turned on the overhead light, coming back and sitting down on the bed.

Zephyr slowly looked at her. "Ouch. That did hurt my pride. Ever seen my horses?" He teased. "This is a GREAT horse drawing. Don't play it down." Zephyr commanded jokingly, flipping to the next page, his eyes widening more. "HOWWWW. TEACH ME. This is- wow. All of these." He flipped through quickly. Page after page. "Wow."

"It's really nothing. Really" she grimaced at the one he was on "that one needs to go in the grey binder" she knew what the last page was and she was scared on his reaction. She thought of the night before when she had drawn it. The life of a girl and a guy. It was scarily similar to what had happened to Zephyr and Sophia. One half was the beginning, but the second half was the perfect ending. She glanced away.

Zephyr lifted his eyebrows slightly. "All of these need to go on a pedestal." He joked, thumbing through the rest of them before pausing at the last ones. It was oddly familiar, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't and instead closed the book. "These are all great drawings. I definitely wish I had your ability. But hey, at least I can draw certain faces." He joked slightly, handing the binder back to her.

Sophia winced when he reached the last picture. +please don't ask. Please don't ask+ she begged in her head. When he closed it she let out a small sigh of relief then rolled her eyes. "I'll agree, but it doesn't mean I actually like them sometimes" she smiled "like my face!" She bumped his arm with her shoulder before taking the binder and putting it down.

Zephyr had purposefully not asked- yet- because he was awesome like that and he guessed it might cause turmoil. At least in his brain. He knew he'd be subconsciously wondering who the two people were, and even deeper, maybe possibly wishing one of them was him, but he kept those thoughts away from his conscious brain. "You criticize yourself too much. Let someone else do it for a change." He teased, then snorted. "Yes, silly, like your face. Thanks for reminding me." He joked. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to have hundreds of tiny little bruises before this school year is over, aren't I?" Zephyr grinned.

Sophia gazed at him "I can't not criticize myself. It's how I've gotten this far! If I let someone else do it then I'll feel bad about myself. And you are so welcome. And yes. Hundreds of bruises from my shoulders and fingers that do no harm" she laid back and looked up at her cieling fan. She had painted the orange and yellow flowers on her fan

Zephyr snorted slightly. "Suit yourself." He answered, thinking for a moment. "I did say tiny bruises. Itty bitty little bruises for me to remember you by." He joked with a laugh. "And of course it doesn't hurt, I'm SUUUURE if you wanted to hurt me you'd try harder." He answered with a slightly sarcastic tone, smiling. As her gaze went up his did too, and his eyes widened slightly again. "How'd you paint up there!? No insult but I've seen plants taller than you. And didn't paint like drip on your face? How is that even possible?" He sounded confused and amused at the same time.

"Ryan is much stronger than he looks. And I'm just going to leave it at that" Sophia mind wandered to the moment she spoke her thoughts of painting on her fan. Ryan jumped into action and bought her the four colors she needed: light orange, yellow, light green, and dark green. He held her up for short amounts of time while she painted. Each time she painted one flower and a leaf or two. By the end of it Ryan had gotten stronger and smarter and was able to hold her at longer intervals. It had taken three of the best hours of her life to paint the small flowers onto the bottom of the ceiling fan. Sophia smiled at the thought.