"They were. But my dad had also done business and my mom supported him in that route too."
"That explains things," I muttered.
"I'm not going to say sorry that I didn't tell you about my parents. I just didn't think it was necess-"
"You don't have to," I smiled at him, "and you're right, it wasn't necessary. I just...am kinda shocked that the boy was you. I guess that makes us family friends."
He grinned at me. "Yep, yep it does."
That was when I realized how close we were. Our faces were only inches away from each other and his arm was grazing mine. I stepped back, feeling the blush form in my cheeks and turned around so he wouldn't be able to see it.
"So you're an artist," I said, trying to change the awkward atmosphere after that moment.
"Erm, yeah, portraits mostly but painting is also one of my favorites. I take the AP Art class so that's just more time to practice."
My eyes browsed the portraits and paintings that hung the painted walls around me.
"Well I'm guessing you'll be seeing me soon. I'm taking the AP Art course too."
"That's great!" I turned around at the sudden enthusiasm in his voice. He grinned at me. "That's perfect."