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chapter five

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chapter five

I didn't know what to expect when I went to school the next day. I didn't know if Blue would even glance in my direction when I would enter the Art room and I didn't know if he would even go to school today. And yet, with a white spaghetti camisole, black sweater jacket, along with dark washed jeans and a pair of blue converses that I painted myself I entered that classroom to see whether or not I would be welcomed with the sight of the indigo haired boy.

And I wasn't disappointed.

He sat farther from everyone else today, as though he would have to be on his guard since what happened last night. I felt as though I was near a chameleon and that as soon as I would get close to it, it would jump onto a splotch of color and blend into its hue. And as much as I wanted to ask Blue questions I knew that I would have to first get out of my comfort zone and get to where I would want to talk to him about last night.

For some odd reason though I didn't want to speak out loud about it. I felt as though for the first time I could find something that was different in my life, something that would bring excitement and adventure into it once more. I had gotten so used to having the same routine that I had forgotten what it was like to have adventure in it again. I wondered if this was what the lost boys felt when they were swept up by Peter Pan and brought into Neverland.

Rubbing my right hand against my left arm, I shuffled over to my canvas and picked it up before heading over to my easel. Sitting it down, I went over and picked up a Art apron and put it on before tying the back of my apron with a swift movement. And pulling out a ponytail holder from my jean pocket I pulled my hair back and brought it into a sloppy ponytail before heading in the direction of where my easel was.

And as I sat down I felt a pair of eyes on me and I knew exactly who the eyes belonged to but I fought  the urge to even look over my shoulder and be greeted with his bluish gray irises that always made mine stay glued to his. My light green eyes never saw a pair of eyes that were so beautiful. I knew that one couldn't describe the hue that was his eyes, for they always looked as though they were a brand-new color each time I looked at them.

I shook my head and instead reached forward and picked up my paintbrush before looking throughout the painting. I had finally gotten a quarter of the sky a color that I felt satisfied with. I knew that it would be the stars that swirled throughout the painting that would have to make this painting or break it. And I was determined to make it.

Dipping my paint brush into the container of dark bruised purple I kept my eyes forward for all of the class period and for the rest of the day, knowing that the moment that my eyes would see his I wouldn't be able to look away.

Just like I couldn't with the night sky, for I was certain that if I looked into Blue Majors's eyes I would see true galaxies in them. Galaxies that reflected the same ones that lived and thrived in my own too. And that frightened and excited me at the same time.