All The Arts That We're Not

Chapter 10

Zeke

Tim, who was left with Zeke on the living area, remain looking at him when he notice he's about to say something.

"What is it?" Tim questioned, and was the time Zeke had the courage to talk.

"Can I borrow your motorcycle?"

"Why? Where are you going now?"

"I had to drop by somewhere." Tim looked at him for another moment before having the speculation in his head.

"Gonna check on your mum again?" He suspected and Arkin just simply nod his head in response. "How is she?"

"She's doing fine. I guess. She's been telling me she's fine but that doesn't settled me one bit. That's why I wanted to see her and check him myself." Tim smiled before throwing him the keys with no more questions. "Thanks." Was the last thing Zeke said with a huge smile on his face.

When he departed he, was hopeful he'll see his mum tonight even though it might've kind of late now. When he arrived infront of his mum's house, he saw the lights are still on which makes him  think his mum's still awake.

He tried to call for her over the phone, and just before he expects  her to answer the call, he saw a car pulled over infront the house and soon realize it was Jeric who seemed to be drunk again. Moments later, Zeke saw his mum make his way to Jeric to help him stood on his feet. Which makes him unable to do anything but to watch them the entire time until they entered the house.

The only thing Zeke could do at that point was to heave out a sigh. He may never had the chance to talk to him, Zeke still feel a little settled now he saw his mum looking okay.

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In the following days, it seemed like Arkin doesn't really have plans on quitting as he remain in the gang and was interested to know more about what's the real thing among everyone as he gets closer to them.

He was on his way to his next class when he paused just before he could walk past by the art room. It's three in the afternoon and there's usually no students during these times which made him decided to sneak in as he would always do.

He only take a few steps inside when he heard footsteps from the corner where Arkin saw a guy who seemed to be working on with his painting. It didn't take him another time to figure it was the same guy he stood up from Ricky who's name is Edwin.

"Uh—do you need anything?" Harold asked him but Arkin simply shake his head as he look around, noticing there isn't on going paintings around. "Do you want to try?"

Arkin bring his eyes back at the guy and took another silence before responding, "I don't paint."

"Anyone can."

"But not everyone can express like how a real artist could." Harold stares at Arkin for a few beats, thinking what he's getting at.

"But you don't have to be a real artist if all you want is to express. You can do painting or drawing or some other stuff and can be called an artist."

"Then I don't want to be an artist." Arkin said as he stroll to where he's painting, and at that moment, Harold just knew Arkin is definetly the person he expects him to be.

"But you sounded like one." He told him as Arkin started looking at his painting but he stayed in silent.

For past years, Arkin had been seeing him around the campus but never did he thought this guy's part of the art's club. And just looking at his painting, he could already tell what personality he has.