Chapter 17Johnny sighed as Colton walked in their old bedroom. “Let me guess, Mom asked you to check up on me.”
“She’s worried you’re not eating.”
“I ate.”
“What did you eat?” Colton asked. “A bowl of Cheerios? Let me order some pizza. Or I could cook something.”
“I’m not really hungry.”
“Will you at least look at me while I’m talking to you?” Colton shook his head. “And what are all these plastic bags on my old bed?” Colton opened one garbage bag and counted three sketchbooks. “You’re getting rid of your drawings?”
“What’s the point? I don’t know why I’m keeping them. They’re crap.”
“They’re not. And you know it.” Colton sat on the edge of Johnny’s bed. “Move a little. I’m practically falling off here and stop looking at the wall. Will you at least look at me?”
“I’ve been looking
