Teach Me How To Love

Chapter 19

Dean's POV
"I should give you something for your wrist."

Sherry walked away then came back with a pill and a drink.

"I take enough shit."

"Humor me Cal."

Calista rolled her eyes and took the pill.

"There. Done. Tada. What were we talking about?"

"Your sketches."

"Oh!"

She ran back over to me.

"Now that, you've seen just about everything embarrassing about me...you can just go through everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Don't think, you're gonna say, I'm still harmless though."

I shrugged. I went back to looking at her artwork. I noticed her sketchbook was basically full.

"You sure draw a lot."

She went back to trying to pack.

"Yeah. I've got nothing else to do."

I saw a page with different versions of something.

"What's this?"

"That's nothing. I was trying to draw something and I got frustrated."

"You should bring these. Maybe, you can find something else to draw."

"True. Not sure if...I have an empty sketchbook anywhere."

"I'll take you to get some then. How often do you draw?"

"Just about every day."

"Get a few then."

"You don't have to get me some. I have money."

Sherry gave Calista a credit card.

"Don't go crazy."

"Woah! Jesus Christ!"

"I know you. You're going on vacation basically. You're gonna want to buy stuff."

"Oh no. I-I'll pay for everything she wants."

"I'm still giving her it. Where's your wallet?"

"Should still be in the purse, I use for school."

Sherry went picked up a small purse and opened it. She pulled out a floral wallet.

"Guess you like roses, huh?"

"Yes. I do."

Won't be the last time...

I hear that.

"Does your wrist feel any better?"

"Eh. Still stings. I just gotta suck it up."

She handed the wallet and the credit card to Calista.

"I-I feel bad."

"Callie...it's your card remember? You asked me to hold onto it."

"Yeah, yeah. You're right. I-I never want anything though."

"Eh. Different states bring different things."

"She's got you there."

Calista rolled her eyes. She popped the walked it open and slid the credit card into a slot. She started trying to close the wallet.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

I went over to her and took the wallet out of her hand. I closed her wallet.

"Oh! Thank you."

"Anything for you. Where does this go?"

"In there."

She pointed to her mini backpack.

"You should put ice on your wrist."

"Good idea."

"I'll get it."

Sherry walked away again.

"You don't have to get me anything. I-I'm fine."

We sat down on her bed. I kept looking at her sketchbook.

"Wow. You're really interested in that."

"Yeah. I'm kinda getting obsessed."

Sherry came back with an ice pack and a towel.

"Here. Take this off in 15 minutes."

Sherry put the ice pack on Calista's wrist. She wrapped the towel around her hand.

"How'd you know it was sprained?"

"It's happened before. That's all. Hasn't it happened to you?"

"Yeah. You've got a point. It has."

"It sucks when it's your shoulder."

"Or ankle."

"Oh god. That's true."

She put her head on my shoulder.

"Is that your writing hand?"

"No. It's my left."

"Can you still draw?"

"Eh. Not sure. Why? Is that how I'm gonna help?"

"Oh no. It's just a question. Does it help you relax?"

"Ah. I understand now. You want to make sure, I still have something to focus on when it all goes insane."

"Yeah."

"Ah. Is there a photography class at your school?"

"Yeah. You're into that too?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like that more than art?"

"I dunno. I've been doing artwork longer. It was shitty for years but it started getting better."