Francis's POV
Im glad that Marie is going to be my art class partner. Mostly because I could see alot of potential in her. And especially in this activity. I could tell that we have our own point of views. But we're looking at the same world but at different points. And partly because she is the most sensible person around.
If I picked Marvin he would have just have covered our whole canvas with his mucus. And if I asked him how he sees the world he's just going to say 'food'.
If I picked suzane she would yell too much. She would say that we have to redo this part and that . She's such a perfectionist. This and that have to be perfect to her. Good is never enough for her. It has to be perfect.
So I picked Marie. She's really nice so far from when we had lunch together at mcdonals. Helping a random young boy that was injured and raping up his wound and bringing that your boy back to his older brother was heroic besides the fact that her aiding skills were poor.
She seemed like a person that I could get along well with if I just know her better. We aren't really close but we talk sometimes. I don't even know why I invited her for lunch last time. Maybe I just wanted to see her. I don't know for what reason.
End of Francis's POV
I could think of alot of reasons of why I shouldn't be his partner.
1st I'll get too nervous near him. I might not be able to speak out my own thoughts about this activity.
2nd I might do something embarrassing that might make him avoid me.
3rd He might figure out that I like him. Boom he will avoid me.
And there are alot more.
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After art class Francis decided that he will bring the canvas with him.
So I went straight to my room and lay down on my bed. I took out my phone three missed call from dad a while ago. So I dialed his number and pressed call. Dad picked up on the third ring.
"So can I talk to you properly now?" Dad asked softly.
"Yeah dad."
"Ok. So do you remember Josefina?"
"Yeah. Your so called 'girlfriend'." I said rolling my eyes.
"We're um...planning to get married. "
"And what do you want me to do dad?"
"I need your blessing. And I'll be sending you the invitation tomorrow."
"Yeah sure dad whatever. When is this anyways?"
"A few weeks from now."
"Yeah. Ok. Bye."
I pressed end call. I didn't really care about any of this anymore. My mom died before I was old enough to remember her loving touch.
Josefina is nice and all but I don't know if I want another mother. I don't know if I even want to experience a loving touch at all. She treats me like her own daughter. Me, dad and her would go to starbucks sometimes and she would always have a genuine smile plastered on her face whenever I talk to her. Im not going to call her mom. But I approve to the said marriage. If my dad is happy then I'm happy as well. If he wants this I will support him.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a gentle knock on the door. It must be Ethan. Instead of getting up and opening the door I just laid down on my bed.
"She's not here." I said more to the door than to Ethan.
"I know. But please open the door." He said knocking on the door again.
