Mckenzie
"So uh, was that an original?" I asked Jai, breaking the not so awkward silence as we walked back to my house.
"Yeah, did you like it?" He questioned, turning his head in my direction.
"Surprisingly, I did." I smiled.
We walked along the cold streets, staring ahead of us being guided by the stars in the night sky. Our hands would occasionally brush against each other's until Jai eventually interlocked them. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. Luckily, it was dark so he couldn't see.
"So, did they like your work?" He asked, looking at me again.
"Not everybody understood it, but the people who did were really supportive." I gushed.
"That's great."
"So, you really got signed to a record label?"
"Yep." He simply replied.
"So, who is the manager?"
"A guy named Ronnie Diamond, he's pretty chilled."
"That's nice." I smiled.
"I guess the future looks bright for both of us." He smiled back.
"I guess..." I replied, still unsure of my future.
"You guess?"
"What if I fail and end up living in a trashcan down a dark alley?" I asked, emphasizing my point.
"We both know that's not going to happen." He reassured.
"How would you know? You haven't seen my art work." I teased.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He joked. "But, I have seen some of your work. Back in your room, remember?" He chirped, poking my cheek.
"That's nothing." I replied.
"I can't wait to see the rest then." He grinned.
"Did I miss anything at school?" I quizzed, changing the subject.
"No, not really. Some year 9's attempted to start a food fight. It was nothing compared to ours." He replied, nudging my side with his elbow.
"Yeah, that was pretty epic." I sighed.
"You sigh a lot, sometimes I think that you're deflating." He joked.
I rolled my eyes in response.
"But, other than that. Nothing exciting really happened. Luke threw the frog that he was supposed to be dissecting at Rebecca, but that's nothing out of the ordinary." He joked.
"How is the devil in cheap Prada doing?"
I didn't even know why I just asked that.
"I wouldn't know, I avoid her like the swine flu." He laughed.
"I don't blame you." I retorted. "So, does anybody know?" I asked, hoping he knew what I was talking about.
He chuckled before responding.
"No, they don't. Don't worry."
"So, none of your friends told anybody?"
"No, why would they?"
"I don't know, I just thought..." I trailed off.
"We're not gossip queens, we're like a brotherhood. Besides, I made them promise anyway."
"Thanks." I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up again.
"You're slowly turning into a tomato." He joked.
