Meeting the world

Chapter 48

Cory's pov

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"What did you do now?" I said as we got home.

She sighed.

"A few years ago, Mom and Dad told me that they were disappointed that I hadn't gotten a job like you and Eric, so I lied and told them I was attending medical school."

"That was stupid."

She sighed.

"Yeah well you know. Stupid is my middle name."

I sat down next to her on the couch, and grabbed her hand.

"Morgan-"

She shook her head.

"Cory, they don't know in unemployed okay? They think I'm a doctor."

I didn't know why she would think she had to lie to our parents. I'm sure they would have understood.

She read my mind.

"No Cory. I had to lie."

"No you didn't-"

She shook her head again, pulling her hand away from me.

"They always told us to follow our passion right? Well they're hypocrites. When they discovered that I still hadn't gotten a job at 20, they told me off. But you see, I did have a job. I was selling my paintings and drawings. And I was making enough money to actually own my own apartment. But they didn't want to hear it. They told me that there was no way I could become anything with art. That artists only sold their paintings once they die. So I...told them some things I regret saying. But it was in the heat of the moment. And they kicked me out of the house. So we didn't speak for about 2 years. That's why I wasn't at the Christmas party that one year. But they next time I saw them, I told them I was studying to be a doctor. Why? Because they were proud of you and Eric and josh. I wanted for once, for them to be proud of me. You became an amazing teacher, Eric became an actor, even josh has a part-time job. What do I have? Nothing. Art was all I had. But I stop selling. I couldn't afford my apartment anymore. I moved in with my friend for a bit. Now I'm here. I have no where to go. I wasn't ready to move out at 20. They kicked me out before I was ready."

I was speechless. I felt so...empty. I had nothing to offer her, expect a place to stay. I knew she would never take any money from me, no matter how much I offered. What could I do?

She sighed again.

"Morgan," I said. "Stay here until you get a job okay?"

She nodded, grateful.

"Thank you Cory. I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

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Maya's pov

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I could never relate to a person more in my entire life.

I didn't mean to overhear Cory and Morgan's conversation. I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, I just happened to hear everything they were saying...

I didn't know that Morgan was an artist . She painted and drew, just like me. But she had no where to go. Just like me.

I wanted to make her feel better, tell her that everything would be okay in the end, expect I wasn't Riley. Riley would have came up with a beautiful, motivating speech about following your dreams and about how everything will get better. But I didn't believe in that. So how could I convince someone if I didn't even believe it myself?