My Sunflower [h.s]

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After school, I call my dad and tell him that Vie and I are going to stop and get ice cream at the local place, Hamilton's. I figure this is the best way to explain everything to her. It's not much, but I decided that I should go ahead and tell her about the whole Tumblr-anonymous-messenger thing.

We sit down at our table, our enormous bowls of ice cream in hand. Periodically taking a mouthful, I explain the story to her, and even show her the messages.
Vie's dark brown eyes lit up. She twisted her spoon around and looked me in the eyes.

"What you're saying is, you have a secret admirer?" She asks, curiosity lacing her voice. I take another bite of the cheesecake flavored ice cream before slowly nodding. Vie squeals and claps with excitement.

Vie has always been a sucker for love. When we were thirteen years old, I had a crush on a boy named Jake, who was two years older than us. For months, even after I had moved on from Jake and onto another boy, Vie constantly tried to set us up. She tried to get his number, and she failed repeatedly. I remember one time, Vie had slipped a small piece of paper that had my number written on it into his locker. When he found it, he thought I had done it. The whole situation was mortifying.

"Vie, relax. It's only been going on for two days. After a week or so, they'll probably stop because they got bored with me or something. I mean, I can't even respond!" I throw my hands up, forgetting there was ice cream still on my spoon. My small scoop of ice cream flies onto the back of a little girl's head nearby. I laugh apologetically even though her parents haven't noticed and she's too young to understand.

"We should get out of here," Vie says while laughing hysterically. I nod and throw my empty bowl in the trash before running out of Hamilton's. Vie has barely caught her breath when we reach her car.

I yank open the door and throw myself into the seat. "I'm horrible!" I say without much conviction; I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying. Vie pulls down the visor and checks her makeup in the mirror, then starts the car and we pull out of the parking lot.

"Oh, my gosh. I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Grayson, you gotta make yourself more available! We don't actually hang out much anymore."

I nod in agreement and give a small apology before Vie turns on the radio and blasts the classic rock station all the way to my house. We sing along to the songs we know, the windows down and the wind blowing through the car.

This is one of the few times in the past couple of years that I've felt really free. Ever since Mom started sleeping all day, I've wanted to give Solana the motherly attention she can't get. It takes a toll on me, but I try to stay positive. Moments like these, though, where the wind blows through my hair and I can let loose with my best friend, are the moments that I cherish.

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When I got home, my Mom's truck was already out of the driveway. I thanked Vie for ice cream and just a great afternoon, and she left.

I smooth my hair down a little. I don't want my dad to see my wild hair and think that Vie and I were being reckless. He barely allowed her to give me a ride to and from school because his brother died in a car accident ten years ago. He's always been nervous about me going off with friends. Vie is the only one he trusts, now.

"Did you have a good time?" Dad called from the kitchen. I look over to him as I closed the front door and nodded even though I couldn't hear him.

"Yes, sir. We went to Hamilton's and talked about some stuff. Mostly studied though. And now I'm here," I say with a smile. I walk over to him and kiss his cheek while looking at what's simmering on the stove. It looks like some sort of sauce.

"Whatever that is, it smells really good." Dad smiles in response and continues to stir the stuff.

"Thank you, sweetheart." I nod and walk toward the hallway.

"I'll be in my room, call me when dinner's ready," I say, laughing a little.

Instead of doing homework, I pull out my phone. I open Tumblr and scroll through everything. I reblog a few things and like a lot of things. Usually, I save my Tumblr journey until the night time, but I want to see if my little admirer has messaged me yet. In all reality, I like the messages. Who wouldn't? They really help my self esteem, even though there's a possibility it could be a person who's using me for their entertainment. But then again, they are anonymous.

I try to push the negativity from my mind. I open my blog and see there's already a message. Two, actually.

Anonymous:
Hellooooo. I hope you've had a really good day. :) I have, aha. I'm sure you looked beautiful today. Is that creepy, that I think about what you do? Oh, who cares? I'm on anon. Anyway, I saw your post. I'm not taking the chonce of you finding my identity just yet. But you're very welcome. Expect many more of these in the days to come. xH

That was the first message. I wonder what the second one is.

Anonymous:
Oh. My. God. What on Earth is a 'chonce'? I'm sorry, I usually spellcheck my messages before sending them to you. But seriously. A chonce. I totally meant chance. I hope you understand. Anyway, have a great day/night. xH

I laugh a little. I honestly didn't even notice the mistake until it was pointed out. I smile anyway and silently thank them.

Suddenly, my dad's voice calls me for dinner. I click off my phone and leave my room, hearing Solana's footsteps run to the kitchen. I smile and come up with any possibility of who the mysterious 'H' is.

(here's your update. notice the BFF fun and the cute messages. *swoon*
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also, in honor of the title of this chapter, what's your favorite song off of Four? aha. Mine is Change Your Ticket)