Sea Salt.

Cyan.

Chapter Three: Cyan.

I just realized that Cyan is named after a Sonic character. Is that weird to know that?

But the color cyan confused me. Was it like aquamarine? Was it a dark blue? Was it a mixture of green and blue? I had nothing to do that night after meeting him. I just searched and searched for the color cyan. I just scrolled down the Google Images page full with the different ranges of plain old blue.

The color almost reminded me of the sea. I had still not truly placed my feet into the water. It almost made me wonder about how I was really using my time this summer. Was I just going to work for three months?

I switched off my white laptop and fell onto my bed. I shoved my face onto the cold side of the pillow. I sighed and cosed my eyes. What am I really doing? I just can't expect Cyan to change my summer completely. 

From the very beginning, I had always been so shy around guys. I become a nervous little girl and I babble about who knows what. I sometimes try to think of clever ways to master the skill of speaking to such divine creatures, but the only way to become a professional at talking to guys is actually talking to guys. Even if the event wants me to pull a hegira and never show my face to my encounters ever again, maybe talking to Cyan will...

What am I thinking? Why do I care about Cyan? I only spoke a question to him. Raising my head from the pillow, I glanced at the waning gibbous in the dark sky. The gibbous was glowing and made me think back to one song. Sometimes the Moon looks brighter than the Sun.

Maybe I will never date someone. I don't really mind, but there are sometimes those moments that are better of being shared with someone you really care about. I never really dated, only was dared to kiss my primary school crush. And as always I fled away from him. Seriously, I have done hegiras for years. 

Instead of continuing to wonder about my future love life, I slowly closed my eyes and dreamed.

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I didn't have to go to the Hot Shot in the morning. I had four hours after my wonderful dream that decided to leave my brain after twenty seconds of waking up. I ate some buttered toast and sat next to Seph on the living room couch.

"Hi, Seph," I smiled at him. He turned to me after placing a cup of orange juice on the coffee table. Boy, he really likes some OJ.

"Hi, Emery. Did you want to bother me about something in particular?" Seph smiled back at me and stretched out his baseball tee.

"Actually, no. I'm going back upstairs to call Amy. See ya!" I stood up and made my way to the stairs. 

"You made me stop drinking my orange juice for nothing!" Seph called out. I laughed the whole time I climbed the maple oak steps. I skipped to my room and unconnected my phone from my charger to ring up Amy.

Amy was the closest to me out of everyone. Even though there were some annoying habits she had of putting me down, I still relied to her whenever I had to share something I couldn't share with my own mother.

"Hey Emery!" Amy spoke through the speakers of my cellphone. You could hear here excitement from miles away.

"Well hello, Amy. How is NY?" I replied. I didn't know exactly why I had called her. Maybe was it because-

"My God, Emery! I am too tanned. I stick out so much. I can't even blend in a little. I was shopping at the large Forever Twenty-One and I just felt kinda out of place, you know?"

"Why does it matter if you blend in? Who cares, right? New York is a total tourist site. People who live there are probably used to it. I mean think about us, only a few of us actually live at the beach. Everyone down there are tourists as well. I mean it's good to stick out a little."