ok so all of my friends knew that i needed a sketchbook b/c i just filled up the one i had (that my bffsy gave me uvu) and its binding’s falling apart.  today as i put my stuff down for band (we toss our backpacks in a gross pile to the side of the room it’s funny) i glance over there and like a small book’s there and so i just think “oh someone’s sketchbook got mixed in with my junk w/e.”

but as i’m walkin out the dude i’m in a dubious maybe relationship with taps my arm’s and is all “yo meg did you leave this there i don’t know anyone else who draws” and i’m like hm no it’s not mine but
and i thumb through it and a note falls out and it’s a gift!!! and it’s from him to me! and now we’re going to homecoming together again idk it made me happy it was nice. uvu