Page 92 of Talk Swoony to Me


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“Have you figured out what you’ll submit to the Art Fest?” he asks.

“Oh.” I blow out hard. “I don’t know if I’m going to do it, actually.”

“What? But your vision board.”

“There’s always next year.”

“That won’t always be true, you know,” he says, teasing.

“Sure, but I’m young and stupid. It’s my prerogative to put things off.”

He chuckles. “Fair enough, but I think you should do it. I really think you’ll kill it.”

I step away from the desk. “I’ll think about it.”

Drew nods, leaving it be.

“So…” I sit down on the edge of my bed. “What did you want to talk about?”

He pauses, but quickly bobs his head. “Oh, right. Yeah.” He sits down next to me. “That.”

I stare at him. Each second feels longer than the last as I wait for him to rip the bandage off. “Uh-huh…” I say, urging him on.

Drew smiles, enjoying the suspense. “I got another email from Professor Wilson,” he says. “You’re starting full figure drawings this week.”

I nod. “That’s what the syllabus says, yes.”

“She asked if I’d like to come in for that, but I thought we’d need to talk about it first.”

“Yes…” I bite my cheek. “Why?”

“Well, we’ve been spending a lot of time together,” he says. “And, as of about twenty minutes ago, you’re my girlfriend.”

I smile. “Yes, I am.”

“So, I figured you’d have an opinion about me being buck naked in front of an entire classroom of people.”

“Ohhh!” I say. “I’m supposed to have an opinion about that, aren’t I?”

“If it’s too weird, I won’t do it.”

I think for a moment, the gears of my head slowly turning. “Well, I don’t think it’d be that weird…”

“No?” he asks.

“I mean, it’s a job,” I say, mulling it over out loud. “You’re getting paid.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you have fun with it. It’s something you really enjoy, right?”

“Right.”

“So…” I shrug a shoulder. “I guess I’m okay with it?”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.”

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