Explosion; the not-so long story of the orange ninja

A Boy - Drew's POV

I woke up today at six fourty-five. I wasn't sure what to do with my day. I was thinking of waking up Lynn, but I didn't want to "disturb her slumber". I'm sure she'd say something like that.

Today I wore a white long sleeved button up shirt that neatly tucked into my jeans. I also wore my sunglasses that I bought yesterday.

Actually, I didn't buy it, but that doesn't really matter, does it?

I was proud of my outfit. I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and admired it for five whole minutes.

I didn't do my hair. Lynn told me that it looked good a little messy like this.

It felt good to walk out of the bathroom and not have to worry about my hair. Unlike Kai, who seemed to give his hair a lot of attention.

Averting my thoughts from him to something else. I shouldn't think about him like that.

Ah, the sunrise. How romantic.

I was glad to have my sunglasses. They looked cool and were functional.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out and looked at it. I got a notification from Ninjagram.

I found myself scrolling for a while. There were just the usually stuff. Girls who posted themselves in bikinis and photoshopped them so bad that the background morphed.

The celebrities didn't usually do it, so at least they looked somewhat natural. If it weren't for the tons of makeup they piled on their faces.

"She looks nice," Kai's iconic voice spoke from behind me. I did not turn around, in fear I would stare at him too long.

"Eh." The model looked nice. But in her eyes I could tell that she was used to getting everything she wanted. She was spoiled, and didn't seem like the kindest person.

"I see," Kai stood right next to me. "What about her?" He pointed to another girl on my phone.

I shook my head.

"Not my type."

Kai took this as a challenge. He pointed at all the girls he thought looked good.

None of them seemed like somebody I would date. Why not? Why did none of them seem appealing to me? Am I broken or something?

"What even is your type?" Kai wondered, turning his head to look at me as I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket.

"You'll have ta' figure it out," I smiled at him. I assumed he also took this as a challenge. I also took this as a challenge, since I honestly had to idea what my "type" was.

"Very well," he sighed.

The sun was now fully risen. The colors of pink and orange had faded away, leaving only a cornflower blue shade, mixed with the fluffy white clouds that danced, scattered across the sky.

I always admired things I could see. It's why I always cared about how I looked. How I always observed things.

Even when it came to other people. My mom said you can't tell people's personality just by looking at them, but I beg to differ.

You can tell a lot about people based on their posture. Or the way they dress. The way their face rests. Their tone of voice.

Kai, for example, stood up straight and tall around people, but seemed to relax a bit when he thought nobody was looking. He wanted other people to see him as a tough person, when in reality, he seems tired of that.

But he also cared a lot about himself. The way his perfect brunette hair was styled carefully each morning alone told me that.

"You good, shorty?" Kai tilted his head slightly to the left and furrowed his brows.