LIAM JR.
“So, did you enter something into the art show this year?” I asked after the waitress brought our food. Mel’s eyes popped up like she wasn’t prepared for me to talk to her casually.
“Um, actually, no. I had a piece in mind, but I gave away half of it,” she said.
“Who’d you give it to?”
She tilted her head and looked at me, confused. I felt like I was missing something. “It’s not important, really,” she finally said, ducking her head.
“So you aren’t submitting anything else? Have you heard from the art program?” Now that I knew we were mates, I wanted to know if she planned to leave to go to school. I wouldn’t stop her, but I would have to figure out how that changed my future.
“I sent out a few applications,” she nodded. “Are you planning on going to college then?”
“No
