My Sunflower [h.s]

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Songs for this chapter:

Sunflower - Nevershoutnever
Perfect - One Direction

I've only met one other person with golden eyes besides myself. When I was a little kid, my mom had a friend named Michelle, and she used to joke about how I should've been her child because of our eye color. Luckily, I haven't seen Michelle since I was about eight years old. That woman had a laugh that would make anyone cringe.

I used to get made fun of in elementary school because of my oddly colored eyes. A few kids would always ask if someone urinated on my eyeballs, and is that why they were yellow. It hurt my feelings a lot, but one day, this dark haired girl had run in to save the day.

"If you don't leave Grayson and her yellow eyes alone, I will go number two on your face and then your eyes will look like mine!" she threatened.

From that day on, Violett Rima Gonzalez, or Vie, and I were inseparable. She always surprised me when she complained about her looks; her mother was Arabic and her father was Peruvian, she had a beautiful complexion and even prettier hair. She was my best friend, so my opinion may seem biased. I wasn't the only one who thought she was hot stuff, though.

In ninth grade, two sophomores, four juniors, and a senior had all asked Vie for a date or a high-school hookup. One guy even asked her to junior prom.

If they'd really known Vie like I do, they'd probably want to marry the girl. She had a loving heart, a beautiful singing voice, and a great laugh.

All of these things float around in my thoughts as Vie drives along to school. I must've zoned out, because my attention is on high alert when I hear Vie ask, "What are you thinking about?" in an accusing tone.

I laugh and push my hair back off of my forehead. "I was thinking about how great of a friend you are," I admit with a dorky smile.

"Is it that Tumblr boy? Oh, Grayson, fill me in!" she yells, ignoring my previous statement.

"Okay, Violetta, I just told you I was thinking about you." I glare at her jokingly. "Besides, there's not much else to explain. He doesn't message me on Tumblr anymore."

Vie gasps. "What do mean, 'he doesn't message me on Tumblr anymore?'! He was basically confessing his love for you just last week!"

I laugh at her frazzled eyes and stare out the car window for a minute.

"He hasn't messaged me on Tumblr since Saturday, I believe. But-" I begin, but Vie cuts me off.

"Don't you dare say, 'but I don't care', Grayson Louise Banks! That boy made you wear makeup and get all hot the other day. You obviously care a little," Vie tells me.

"First of all, I wasn't going to say that I don't care. Second, Harry didn't make me do anything. He threw a few kind words in a time of self pity and I felt confident and wanted to show it. There's nothing wrong with being a little confident." I've never wanted to be dependent on anyone, and I won't be accused of dependance on a boy I've never seen nor met.

"Plus, Harry messages me on Kik Messenger as of Saturday night." I smile as I remember our dumb conversations and our game of 20 Questions.

"Oohh, his name is Harry! This is so cool, Gray! Is he British, because you know a lot of Brits are named Harry. And Kik! OMG this is so great, you've got to let me meet this guy one day!" She exclaims.

Vie makes a sharp turn into the school parking lot and slams her brakes when we finally park.

"Maybe, I'm not really sure how to feel about this whole situation yet. I don't even know what he looks like, Vie. His profile photo on Kik is a sunflower, for goodness sake!" I sigh and slam the car door shut in frustration.

"Kind of ironic, huh?" Vie calls over to me as we walk towards the front doors of the school.

"What?"

"His profile picture is a sunflower. You said he gave you confidence in a time period of self pity. Maybe he's kind of like, your sunflower, you know? On the inside, you're dark and sad, but when he made you feel good about yourself, you bloomed," Vie explains. She's got a point there.

I bring my fingers to my lips and look away from Vie, trying to fight a smile. "My sunflower," I repeat below a whisper.

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(Initially supposed to be longer but I totally forgot to write. Please vote/comment/share (:  )