"Why didn't you tell my dad?"
"Tell your dad?"
"How good you are at this?"
"Oh. No I'm that good."
"You're a little messy, and that edge still needs to be sanded down; but I like what you've done there, adding that curve, I wouldn't have thought of that."
"When I was around 11 I was with this foster family."
"Shit I'm sorry."
"No, its okay. The point is the Sandy's weren't actually in it for the money. They were just great, loving people, and I was angry at the world. Still am sometimes.
Anyway, Drew took an interest in my art, I never let anyone know about it, I couldn't be seen as a wimpy kid," he scoffed and continued, "and he let me use the garage to be creative. I stopped getting into fights and life was good... then like every other time, I had to leave and…I stopped."
Garrett didn't speak, just patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
Edward carried on working.
He knew in that moment, that he had a friend.
A/N: More about Edward!