Blue Sky's Black Star's

what if...

"I don't get it!"

I said through a scoop of chocolate ice cream that was in my mouth.

Lucy stared at me with a tinge of disgust.

Right now we were sitting on my bed sharing a tub of chocolate ice cream watching the fault in our stars.

"The movie? Or Cyrus thing...?" She asked me.

"Both!"

She nodded in understanding.

"So," I started.

"Yes...?" She sounded a bit worried.

"How is you and Luke?" I asked her.

Her eyes filled with love, "Luke?"

"Oh... Yeah. We're doing good."

She stared at her spoon of ice cream.

"Hmm... You must really love that spoon, you're staring at it like its freaking Channing Tatum." I giggled and nudged her shoulder cause it was beginning to melt and drip.

All she did was scoff then shoved the spoon into her mouth.

My phone vibrated beside my thigh on the bed.

Its Micah.

I picked up the phone and brought it to my ear, "yes?" I got up and walked over to my beanbag chair beside my window.

"Just wondering what your doing." He said.

I could hear Alex and Luke in the background, Alex swore loudly.

"I'm watching a movie with my little sister, I'm guessing you guys are playing games?"

I flopped down onto the chair.

There was a slight pause before he said, "yeah. You should come over."

I looked at Lucy and she was smiling like a love struck dork at her phone, thats what she'd been doing the whole time through the whole movie.

"Yeah, okay. Be there in a bit."

"Aight." He spoke into the phone.

I ended the call and pulled on my sweater with my sweatpants.

"Hey, Lucy. I'm going over to Micah's, do you want to come? Luke is there."

She glanced at me actually breaking her eyes away from her phone at the mention of Luke.

"Yes."

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I sat on the couch between Alex and Micah.

Lucy sat with Luke on a seperate chair than us.

They were so cuddly... Ew.

"Love is gross." Alex spoke aloud, but the "gross" lovey dovey couple didn't hear him.

"Mhm." Both Micah and I mumbled.

Alex sensed the awkwardness of that and changed the conversation.

"So... How're you doing, Silver?"

He asked me.

"I'm," I paused in my sentence but quickly finished it otherwise they would think something is wrong. Maybe cause something is.

"I'm... Good." Was all I could say.

I turned my head and seen that
Micah was staring at me.

He cleared his throat, "good, good." He moved away some.

I got up and walked towards the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink of water, be right back." I walked out of the living room to the kitchen.

His mom was out and his dad was at work, so it was just all of us here.

I reached for the cabinet doors and opened them to grab a cup.

I filled it with water from the tap and brought the cup to my lips, just when I was about to take a sip I was interrupted when I got scared by someone and I jumped.

Making most of the contents in the cup to spill on me.

"Ah!" I put the cup down in the sink and frowned at the culprit.
Micah.

He covered his mouth with his hand, hiding a small chuckle when his eyes landed on the big wet spot on me.

I covered my chest with my arms when he stared at my chest a little too long.

"Micah!" I whisper yelled at the boy in front of me.

He looked at me with an innocent smile, "hey, it wasn't all my fault. You are really jumpy. And you're blushing." He smiled wider.

"Micah," I glared at him more and warned him.

"C'mon. I'll get you a dry shirt."

He motioned for me to follow him and I did so.

I followed him upstairs to where his room was.

I stood at his rooms entrance, he turned around to see if I was still there.

"Come here," he said.

I just stood there not obeying.

"Otherwise I won't get you a dry shirt." He smirked a little.

Ugh! How dare he!

He dug through his dresser then threw a black Nirvana shirt at me.

"Oof." That's the sound a girl makes when a guy throws a shirt at her face without telling her.

I was too busy looking around at his room.

It was clean but not like crazy OCD clean... It was... Normal?

I don't even know.

"Thanks." I said.

"You're welcome." He responded.

"Why is your room so clean?" I asked him.

He just shrugged.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked me.

"Mm no, not at all. I just thought it'd look like a catastrophic explosion." I made a hand gesture towards the room.

He laughed some.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go put this on." I held up the shirt showing what I meant.

He nodded his head.

After I went into the bathroom to change my shirt I went back into Micahs room.

"Could I maybe throw this into your dryer?"

"Yeah, c'mon." He walked past me and down the hallway, I followed behind.