The sharp opening and banging of the door shut caused Clem to look up from his still life drawings with a trenchant look. When he noticed that it was his sister, fuming with an unexplained anger, he sighed. Something must have set her up; and if his thoughts were nearly correct, it must have something to do with Derek.
"Claire..Hey." He greeted her with a bored look, before casting his gaze down to his drawings, putting some finishing touches on his artwork. He had always loved to draw, especially when he was alone, or whenever he wanted to think through something, or let out some emotions.
At a time he had drawn Maya.
He had been 10 years old then, with a crazy crush on the blue-eyed Blondie.
