"Travis," Adam said, walking up to him after class.

Travis turned and saw him and blushed. "Hi," he said.

"Is there still a place for me in your mom's art show?"

"Sure," Travis replied. "I'll fill out your entry form for you if you want."

Adam shrugged. "Ok."

Travis and Adam walked over to the steps and Travis drew up a mock entry form and filled it out with Adam's name, address, phone number, and birthday. "What's the piece's name?"

"I'm going to enter that piece I showed you and Jane."

"Oh, so should I put down 'it'?"

Adam glared at him. "It has an actual name."

"Which is?"

"If you tell Jane I'll kill you, I want her to see it," Adam said, taking the notebook from him and filling out the last piece of information.

Adam handed it back to Travis and took off. Travis looked down at what he had written. "Just Jane" it said.

Travis smiled and folded it up and put it in his pocket, he stood up and left.