(This is a sequel. Spoilers for the first book will be in this one. Read at your own discretion.)
River Finley has had a troubled childhood. Her mother was murdered by her own brother, her father killed himself in front of her, lost her brother to a...
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(This is the painting in question)
I was going through some of my things with Spencer and Lance since I was wanting to rearrange the paintings and put new ones up. I made it clear to Lance that the painting Spencer made stays up which he understood straight away. We got into a rhythm of what we can use when Spencer spoke up. "Hey Riv." "Yeah?" I asked going through a stack of some of my smallest pieces. "How come you never hung this one up before?" He asked making me look towards him as he showed a piece I hasn't seen in so long. "Wow. I haven't seen that painting in ages." "How long?" "It was made in 1998 believe it or not." "She kinda looks like you." Lance stated making me nod. "Yeah I had modelled for it since the girl wanted to paint someone playing the violin so I did that. We were good friends for a bit till we just lost touch." I explained 'Granted it was quite a bad lost touch. But imma not tell them that.' We went back to work and I had asked Lance if he could go through and see what photos would be good to add around the place. I began to take some of the paintings down to replace them when Lance spoke up this time. "Get outta here!" He told making us look towards him. "Yes?" We both asked making him show a picture. "You two are so young in this." He told as I realised the photo.
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(The photo. Also I just used a random picture from like Pinterest I think it was. I'm also not use to photoshopping since I haven't done it a lot. But hope you guys like it.) "I thought I lost that." I told as I walked over and sat next to him to look at it. "'The smartest two of the group.'?" He asked making me nod "Yeah. It's what the boy band called us. The three of them are the boy band and me and Zack were the smart ones. I actually remember when this was taken. Me and Zack had been talking against one of the walls at the cabin, and Joe had fallen off of his chair somehow making us all laugh. I looked back to
