As months, went to years Paul and Art lost all complete contact. Neither dared to say a word to one another. Neither dared to tap each other on the shoulder to have a friendly conversation. No, they kept their heads down and walked along.
That's how it stayed.
Art was walking along the streets of Greenwich Village, eyeing the architecture and feeling the light spring breeze blow into his face. He had started a fascination with walking, he would walk here and there, you never really know where he'll be. After getting a bachelors degree in art history, he began admiring the sights before him. He really enjoyed the museums.
He spotted Paul on a park bench. He looked left and right, and even occasionally over his shoulder. He looked paranoid, scared even.
Should I give it a pass and walk away?
Art began to walk away, but it seemed like his body did not respond to his mind. He found himself walking toward his childhood friend. He couldn't stand to see him look so scared; he had to butt in and take the wheel. His pencil shook as he tried to write something down, and quickly erased it.
"Hey Paul, it's Artie, are you okay?" He asked.
"Tests," Paul said.
"What kind of test?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
Shit, I forgot what he was studying.
"The last test before I graduate, It's critical." His hands shook.
"That sucks," Art mumbled.
"I'm going to fail," Paul grumbled.
"Don't say that I'm sure you will do just fine." Art comforted him.
"If I don't pass it will crush my grade and I won't get my degree." Paul cried.
"Hmm, maybe I can help!" Art declared.
"Really, how?" Paul asked.
"Umm-" Art began.
"Face it; you can't help me out. You're not even studying English." Paul moved his pencil across the stark white paper.
Art tilted his head trying to come up with something. A light bulb went off in his head. "How about a study group? You can come over to my dorm, and I can help you out."
"A study group, who would we do it with?" Paul asked.
"With you and Sandy, except Sandy has gone blind, so I have to help him out." Art said.
"So, it is less of a study group, and more of Artie saves the day, how about we go to the library," Paul suggested.
"Sounds good." Art nodded.
Time to spit out the obvious.
"You seem very distressed," Art said. Paul looked up at his friend and nodded.
He opened his mouth to speak. "I need your help, Artie ."
Art thought for a moment.
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Fanfiction"Everything worth doing starts with being scared"-Art Garfunkel The graduation play, Paul Simon finally talks to the blonde boy that he has kept his eye on for awhile, his name is Art Garfunkel. The two Jewish boys from Queens, New York start a wond...
