Chapter 44
JULIAN POLE
"Do you even know how to hold a brush?" I asked Rico, who wouldn't stop distracting me while I was painting.
"Dude, be for real. I hold my toothbrush well."
I stared at him blankly before we both burst out laughing.
"Go away."
"I'm itching for someone to disturb. Luka won't let me."
"Then leave us alone. You're way too loud."
I looked at him suspiciously. That's what he does when something isn't right or maybe he's just trying to take my mind off the shit that's been happening these last few days.
We're all still camping at Luka's. I don't think any of us have any intention of going home until… whenever.
"You gon' teach me or not?" he said, stomping his feet like a baby.
I groaned. "Why do you even want to paint now?"
He's just trying to make conversation. I showed them the unknown text I got the other day, and things haven't been the same since.
"Fine, fine," I said. He smirked.
"I don't think you can hold a brush, maybe a pencil can do."
