Snippet #2075477

Malcolm's head was still thinking about going off to the track. Right now, the placid silence of the hallway was soothing his soul. Though, he swear he kept hearing an odd scratching noise. Suddenly, a loud clanging sound went through out the hall way. Malcolm looked over to see Paige sitting down in the hallway with her sketch pad. She had apparently dropped her pen. He started to make his way over to her, when she started hurriedly gathering her things. IN her haste, she seemed to slip, spilling her papers everywhere. Several floated over to him. He saw that Bryce had caught her fall. Malcolm's face dawned a warm smile. "Nice catch Bryce. I should take you a long next time I go ice skating, maybe my ass would be a little less cold with you around." he said with a joking laugh. He bent down and started picking up her papers that had blown closest to him. They seem to mostly be drawings, he then came across an odd one.

He simply sat there squatting with a smile on his face, looking down upon an incredibly detailed drawing of a pensive version of himself. He couldn't stop staring at it, it was so good. It made him looked very deep and thoughtful. He then glanced upwards towards Paige. His smile got warmer. He the walked closer to her. "Wow, Paige. I'm really flattered. You made me look so.........pensive. Thanks for managing to bring some class to this ugly mug of mine. It couldn't have been easy." he said with a chuckle. He then handed her the papers back. "You should sell some of those, there very good. Of course, I don't need to tell you that, you know your good, otherwise you wouldn't draw. Then again some people draw because it's fun, even if their no good. Though you are good, really good. I'm not really gifted like that at all. Artistically I mean, they say those with an artistic soul have the purest ones, Like a blank canvas and they are always searching for that right splash of color or texture. Not saying your blank canvas! You seem like a really interesting person that I just don;t know well. Not that I don't want to get to know you, I just haven't before because Ive never really had a chance too. Though......." Malcolm finally forced himself to stop rambling. He then exhaled a sigh, and started to take off his boot with the other. Once he had freed his foot from his boot, hethen picked it up and then shoved it into his mouth. He then held out his hands as if to say 'Ta-Da! I'm an idiot!'

Malcolm pulled the shoe out of his mouth and stuck it back on his foot. He wiped his mouth a bit, then faced the two again. "So......, you guys leaving class too? Do you guys, I don't know, do something or walk each other home or...something?" He said, adding a friednly smile on the end. He never really got to know them, so why not know?