Harry P.O.V
"I don't get it. How am I supposed to get how the author's trying to show the characters feeling when he's not actually telling it." Travis admited, I sighed bit stay patient.
"The author isn't just gonna tell you straight out. You have to find clues." I explain. Travis huffed sliding down on the edge of his bed from where we sat on his white carpeted floor.
"Can we focus on something else?"
"Travis I'm here to help you."
"I just need a little break. Can't we just talk or something?" Travis asked. I bit my lip debating on if I should listen to him since we had be studying for an hour straight. I nodded setting down my pencil along with the novel I had to help him with. Travis smiled, he held himself up on the floor propped up on his elbow facing me, while I had my legs crossed. I laid my arms on my thighs playing with the sleeve of my sweater, waiting for Travis to talk.
"So... How have you been." Travis asked making the whole situation awkward, if it hadn't been already.
"I've been fine. How 'bout you?" I asked back not knowing what else to say.
"Good, I've been good." Travis replied. "How's your art. Gotten any better?" I sucked in a breath looking away from him. I actually didn't know if I'd continue to do art, there came so many bad memories that came with it, but none if them were as bad as what happened yesterday. They were usually of me getting picked on in grade school for choosing to draw at recess at lunch instead of playing with the other kids.
"Something wrong?" Travis asked sitting back up to face me in concern, probably since I didn't answer him for so long. I nodded not wanting to male a big deal out of it. I hadn't told my parents yet, which was what I was planning to do on my dad's day-off, while he was home along with my mom.
I had to tutor Travis so I had to tell them what happened after I got back from his place, which I was planning on cutting short, but with the rate we were going at I didn't know if I'd be able to.
"No." I sighed. "Just think I might have to take a break it. I've just been losing interest so..." I trailed off giving him half the truth since I hadnt really come to terms with it yet. Travis scooted closer to me.
"I find that had to believe. I saw you in the art room at lunch just a couple of days ago." He admitted. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Have you been spying on me or something?"
Travis's eyes widened in realization of how he sounded shaking his head immediately." That's not what I meant. I was heading to lunch and then I saw you in the art room. It was only for a brief second really. It's not like I was watching you or anything. I was just-" I smiled as he continued babbling on.
"It's okay I get it. Anyways... What have you been up to?" I asked changing the subject effectively.
"I don't know just focusing on sports and trying to get straight A(s), but I got a C on my last couple of tests so that isn't really working out for me." Travis explained. I nodded understandingly. "I've also been trying to learn the family bisnuess."
"What does your dad do?" I asked curiously because in the last few years that I had know Travis which had been for a while I never found out what he didn't.
"He's the CEO of the britsh airways. He wants me to inherit the company after I finish college." I nodded smiling. At least he had his future planned out where as I had nothing. I always that of becoming a writer, and my parents always said they'd be supportive of whatever choice I made, but I always felt like there was something more I could do.
I just don't know what.
My thoughts were interrupted my the loud ringing of a phone that wasn't owned by me. Travis jumped up from the floor to grab his phone off his bed. His expression immediately turning serious.
