Remember Me

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: The photo is of Josh's room. I know, you can't see the quotes, but I can't add more than one photo to the media box thing so I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience. The first one on the bottom says "you've got the cutest little baby face" the next one says "such a big miracle for such a little boy" (it says girl but), and the last one says "first we had each other, then we had you, now we have everything". They just have them whereever on the walls but I liked the quotes so, oh well.
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"Hey Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"What was my job?"

"You worked at home. You painted and drew things. People liked your stuff so they'd hire you to make something for them."

"Was I working on anything?"

"Yeah. You had a guy call you from an art program he had. You started to draw it. But he wanted it painted and larger."

"Wow. I see. And where did I create these things?"

"Your studio." I sat down next to him at the table with two plates.

"Thank you. I have a studio? Where?"

"It's, uh, next door. In that old building."

"May I see?"

"I guess so. I mean, it's your studio." We finished eating lunch and I followed him next door. I opened the old door for him and he gasped as he looked inside.

"Wow. It's all so beautiful."

"It's all yours. You created all of this, Mitch."

"I must have been very talented."

"You are." He looked back at me with a smile. I smiled back, because that was the smile he used to give me.

"Maybe I can still work though. Maybe my hands remember things that my brain doesn't."

"I hope. You're very good with your hands." He shot me a look of surprise, "I didn't, mean it like-never mind. Maybe you could stay here, for like 10 minutes or so. To see if your hands remember anything."

"Can I?"

"Of course. If you're not back home in 10, I'll assume you got it figured out." I walked back to the door and left with a smile on my face.
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Two hours later, Mitch came back, "Hey stranger." I said, sitting down on the couch.

"Hi. I'm sorry. Was I gone long?"

"Two hours, but it's alright. What'd ya do in there?"

"I sat there for 5 minutes and then I picked up a pencil. From then on, my hands took over. Do you happen to know when that project was due?"

"Next month, why?"

"Because it's finished."

"What? Are you kidding me?" I stood up and walked over to him.

"No, I'm not. It's done. I found a few other papers with my ideas on them so I took from that also. Want to see?"

"Oh absolutely." I followed him back to his studio.

He stopped in front of an easel stand and smiled at me. I stood next to him and looked at his painting, "Wow. That's, amazing Mitch."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I told ya you can do it. You have so much talent. I'll give you the number for the museum and you can call them."

"Okay. Thank you." I walked back to the house and grabbed the number and Mitch's phone. I went back to him and handed him his stuff. He dialed the number and walked a bit away for a minute. I stared at his painting. It was so beautiful.

"What'd they say?" I asked when he came back over.

"He said that he'd come by tomorrow to pick it up. He was surprised due to my condition that I had finished it. But I'm surprised too so I don't blame him."

"I'm happy for you too, though."

"Why?"

"It's good to have something from before that you know. Especially your art."

"Yeah, but, I'd rather have my art that I created with you back." He walked out, leaving me breathless.