Supernova | ✓

chapter ten

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chapter ten

For some odd reason I was more giddy that night, at the knowledge that I had sat next to Blue at school and the world around me didn't come crash in. And that was why I felt confident as I grabbed one of my fuzzier blankets and headed down the porch steps and in the direction of the field. I knew now that Blue had decided that I was worth sitting and staring at stars and that was why when I went through the field and found him I did something that I never thought I would do.

I placed the blanket next to him and spread it out before sitting down and turning to him, finding that he was looking at me as though I had lost my mind. And maybe I had, I felt as though I had drugs traveling through my system and that within time I would realize that it was the high I was feeling that would make me speak to him. I knew that no one heard me speak, and I wondered if he was as curious about my voice as I was his.

And that was why when I spoke, I was almost intrigued by my own voice. It was soft, sweet, and everything that I had forgotten.

"Um...Blue...do you want to sit next to me?"

I looked down at my hands, not hearing the movement next to him. I almost expected him to get up from his spot on the field and head back in the direction that he had come from. I wondered if I had crossed the line that was made between the both of us and that he didn't want to be in my company anymore.

I bit my lip and flickered my eyes up, my bangs almost falling in front of my eyes and my glasses and I turned my head, finding that Blue was looking at me softly, as though he hadn't imagined that someone would actually invite him to sit with them. I wondered if anyone even gave him a time of day, and as he looked at me he nodded his head and I felt victorious at the moment. He got up from his spot and sat down next to me.

I hoped that he would speak, that he would say something but again, that was asking too much. I would really have to be on drugs for him to actually turn to me and start a whole conversation with me. And when he sat down next to me he sat on the other side of the blanket from me, as though he was truly testing the waters.

I laid down on the blanket and peered up at the sky, knowing that this was enough for him to know that I wasn't pressuring him into anything. And then he laid down onto the blanket and looked up at the sky, and I was glad that he hadn't rejected me.

Too many people rejected me, and yet he didn't.