Blue Flower

Chapter 11

-Andrew-

“Thank you for everything, sir. I feel so relieved spending this time with you.” Chester said politely to my father. We were ready for travel back to Chicago. We had our baggage piled up at the back of the van. As usual, he was holding his sketch pad with a pencil tucked in the spring of it. My father smiled, a sign that told me he liked Chester. Well, Chester was one good person. He was sincere and expressive.

“You’re welcome, son. You’ve been so dear to me, like Andrew and Naomi. Just come around here if you have time. Or maybe you can just call me.”

Chester smiled.

“Yeah. I’ll bring your niece here.”

“Chester, my sister is somewhat like a liar. Don’t you ever believe everything that she says.” Hera said, teasing her sister.

“Shut up, bitch.” Naomi grumbled.

Chester chuckled while I smiled to myself. These girls were bickering with each other again, yet they were the closest sisters I ever met.

After the casual goodbyes were said and done, we headed to the van that will bring us back to Chicago. From where I sat, I turned my head to see Chester sketching again. He was really serious in doing his craft. He had the perfect waves of his hands to create such a good sketch. I felt a sudden happiness inside of me. I had never met a friend like him, one with a soft side and a brave soul at the same time. Others might consider him crazy when he saved me. I took it as one of a kind. His mind spoke a billion flowing art, and his heart held countless words meant to be placed beautifully. Though he seemed to lose his place in a large crowd, in my own world, he held a special place.

A friend, maybe the ideal one.

He caught me staring at him.

“What?”

I shook my head.

“Just let me see what you have drawn after.”

He just nodded.