I was automatically attracted to a painting on the wall. I walked over to it, and Walker followed me.
"What is it about this one?" I asked, staring at it. "It reminds me of something, but I can't put my finger on what."
Walker looked at the painting. "I don't know," he replied, also staring at it. He turned his head to look at others. "But this one," he pointed to another one, "I feel the same way about."
We walked over to the painting Walker was pointing at. "I don't know what this one is about either," I told him, "but I feel the same way."
"Wait... doesn't this one remind you..."
I realized, and we both finished the sentence: "Of when we met!" We laughed.
"That was funny," Walker laughed at the memory. "When you said 'Caricatures are the literal worst!'"
I mocked myself from the time. "No offense." I laughed. My phone started vibrating, and I looked at it. FaceTime call from: Buffy Driscoll
I looked at Walker. "Sorry, I have to take this one."
"No, it's fine," Walker replied.
I walked away where no one else could hear me, and I put the phone to my ear. "Hey Buffy," I said.
"Andi!" Buffy said. "Where are you?"
"At a new art gallery that Walker invited me to."
Buffy was silent.
"Buffy?" I asked after ten seconds.
"Sorry," Buffy replied, sounding kind of disappointed and angry. "I have to go."
"Okay," I replied, confused and concerned. "See you later, Buffy."
"I don't think you will." With that, she hung up.
I stood there to think about why Buffy would say something like that, but I couldn't figure out the reason. So I walked back to Walker (no pun intended, haha).
He was looking at yet another piece of art. "I like this one, Andi," he said while looking at the picture, never at me.
I took a few seconds to take the details of the artwork in, and I smiled. "I do too," I told him.
After that, I never really noticed that Buffy and I had the conversation and that there was a chance that Buffy was mad at me. Never noticed it once.
But that night, when I was thinking about it at my house right after Walker dropped me off, I realized what this could do. She was fine without talking to Cyrus, it could be the same way with me! I didn't want that!
I had to do something about it. So, I had to ask my mom. She always had answers, even when she didn't.
"Mom?" I walked out of my room, through the kitchen, and into the living room where she was sitting on her phone.
"Yeah?" She looked over at me and moved over so I could sit next to her, and patted the spot where she moved from.
I walked over and sat where she patted and spilled it. "Buffy's mad at me. I don't even know why. I just told her that I was hanging out with Walker for the day, and she just decides to hang up on me and say that I wouldn't see her later."
"I need more detail than that," Bex told me.
"Walker and I were looking at a painting that reminded us of the day we met at Cyrus' Bar Mitzvah. Buffy called and I answered. She asked me where I was and I told her that I was with Walker at a new art gallery. She was silent until I said her name, and she told me she had to go. I told her that I would see her later, and she was like, 'I don't think you will' and hung up. I was confused, but I didn't think about it until now and now I don't know what to do and it's really stressing me out!"
"I know your answer," she told me. "I know why she was so mad at you for hanging out with Walker."
"You do?" I asked happily. "Well then tell me, before I explode!"
"Buffy?" Mom asked me.
"Yeah?" I leaned in.
"Are you sure you're ready to hear-"
"Yes!" I was about ready to explode.
"Alright, fine, fine. Buffy likes Walker."
"Yeah, duh," I told Mom. "Buffy's gotta like Walker. He's my friend, which kind of makes him her friend."
"No," Mom said, noticing that I misunderstood her the first time. "Buffy likes Walker."
