"This is…amazing," Joan said, walking around Adam's new piece.

"Yeah," Travis replied. "What is it?"

"It's, um, something," Adam said. His face burned bright red. Of course, he wasn't going to say what it was supposed to be. Not with Travis there.

"Does it have a name?" Travis asked.

"What does it matter?" Adam asked.

"Adam!" Joan snapped. She hated the feeling of being caught between her best friend/guy she liked and the new guy/guy she (also) liked.

But Travis didn't seem offended by Adam's rudeness. "Nothing," he said. "My mom's opening an art gallery and she's taking any local artist's work." He shrugged. "Just thought you might like to know."

Joan looked over at Adam. This was Adam's dream to have people see his art. Of course, she knew that Adam would do it.

Adam shrugged. "Whatever," he said. But she knew that he was considering it in his mind.

Travis looked at his watch. "I have to go," he said.

"Ok," Joan replied.

Travis brushed past Adam and left. "Good riddance," Adam muttered.

"Adam, what's your problem?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said. He looked at the artwork.

"Are you thinking of the art gallery?" she asked.

Adam shook his head. "No," he said.

"Adam, don't lie to me."

"Sorry, Jane." He shrugged. "But I hate that guy."

"But, Adam, you don't even know him."

He shook his head. "Whatever," he replied. "You hated Iris and you didn't know her."

"I didn't hate Iris," Joan said. "I just hated the sound of her voice."

"But her voice was part of who she was."

"Could we drop the subject?" she asked. "She dumped you for that other guy." (AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just something I made up and I don't really know if she'll break up with him or not. But I don't want Adam to feel guilty about it but, oh well, forget it.)

"I know, Joan!" he said. His voice was sharp and she jerked back. He was angry at her. He called her "Joan".

"Sorry," she replied. "Let's forget about Travis and Iris."

"Yeah," Adam said. "So, what's up with your brother and Charity?"