Johnny leaves later that day and I'm left with my thoughts. My mind eventually gets to thinking about Joshua. He's been worrying me a lot since yesterday. His sad soil brown eyes. His blue aura.
He was obviously anxious about something. I don't know why he would be anxious about art class. We're all pretty laid back. Johnny and I, a girl named Ruby who was an obvious stoner, and Mr. Stowe. Mr. Stowe was a 70 year old man who was very...eccentric. His oddness was charming and he always painted lovely pictures of sunsets. Mr. Davis, our art teacher was a sixty year-old single man stuck in his hippy phase from the 70s. He was usually painting pictures of nude men but I'm not one to judge seeing as I took a dick up my ass less than an hour ago.
Joshua has nothing to worry his head over and I wish he would know that. I'm gonna get to Joshua, but only if he'll let me in, only if he'll let me get closer.
