So Close

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“Oh my gosh Kym! You gave me such a freight!” I squealed as her brown hair shook with laughter at my girlish reaction.

“Sorry!” She giggled as she squeazed my shoulder. “Why are you alone?”

“I was playing video games with Liam and Zayn.” I explained as we walked in step with each other. She nodded her head looking deep in thought before she shook it off and smiled at me again.

“How did the pictures from the shoot turn out?” She asked, her feet hitting the ground at a solid step with mine.

“Really good. You can come and see them if you’d like, unless you have somewhere else to be.” I said quickly.

Yes, I wanted to hang out with her, she was sweet and nice. I didn’t want to scare her off though, I hadn’t needed to make new friends or get along with unknown people in years. I was so used to having eight other people that I could depend on to provide friendship, never needing any more.

But I discovered, while they were away, that I cant depend on childhood friends throughout my whole life. I needed to grow up and accept that eventually we wouldn’t all live within ten minutes of each other and I would need to make new friends.

I realised that her lips had been moving as I pondered these thoughts. I shook my head, widening my eyes as she looked at me confused.

“Im so sorry, what did you say?” I said embarrassed running my hands over my face, forcing my brain to stay on subject.

“I would love too come and see them. From what Ive heard, you’re an amazing artist. Id love to see some of your other stuff.” She said genuinely. I was surprised.

“From what you’ve heard? Who told you I made art?” I asked actually confused. Art wasn’t something that I showed just anybody. Niall hadn’t even seen some of my more personal pieces and I hadn’t told anyone out of my group about it. Even then, they mainly thought I took pictures and sketched, apart from Niall, no one knew I could actually paint.

“I saw a painting in the halls at school. It had Alice written underneath the name of the piece on the plaque and you just seem the type. I take French class with Louis, so I asked him about it and he said that it was yours.” She explained, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body as we approached the end of my street.

“Oh.” I said simply.

I hadn’t know that anyone had looked at that. It was for an art project I did for extra credit and I was pretty happy how it had turned out. It was called ‘Deuil’ since my mother’s parents had come from France and I used to love spending summer at their house in the country side.

“What happened? Why was it called mourning?” She asked quietly and my eyes narrowed. “’Deuil’ means mourning in French dosent it?” I nodded. Should I tell her? What is the harm.

“My mum died about a year and a half ago, through a car accident. I used to spend summers with her and my grandmother in the French countryside.” I explained looking at my feet as we approached my door.