The Vlogger

4) The Vlogger's Secret

Armani made groceries on Wednesday and brought them over right after the blog.

"I still don't understand why I can't watch you blog." He complained before bringing me a bowl of blue berries.

"Oh, and I think you're addicted to these."

I rolled my eyes and shoved some in my mouth. He was probably right.

"Yeah no. I don't need you're abstractions interrupting." I replied nonchalantly. I was still in a bad mood from my mother's rampage yesterday morning. Right now I just wanted to focus on editing the vlog and nothing else.

"Plus I don't let strangers in my car."

Armani crossed his arms and frowned,"Please don't tell me you're one of those people who practically live for their car."

I rolled my eyes,"Of course not. I barely know you."

His lips curved upward in a mischievous smile. No wait, it was a smirk.

"Well I'll give you a run down of my life. When I was seven I broke my left hand and had to get pins pit in. My middle name is Indigo and I graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA. Now you know me."

I held back my various fits of laughter,"Wait a minute. Your name is Armani Indigo Jones?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and held a scowl. It couldn't have been more hysterical.

"Do you have a problem Ivory?"

I shook my head and closed my mouth even though there was nothing blue about him. Not even his eyes.

"I guess after my brother, my parents just ran out of ideas. Their pretty much hippies." He shrugged.

I gave him a confused look,"What do you mean by that?"

Armani shrugged once again and began unpacking the groceries.

"My parents are hipsters. You know, old fashioned and constantly bringing up world peace. They live in a small house just outside of Florida. Honestly I would've left a long time ago if it weren't for school." He muttered with bitterness laced in his voice.

"Okay, so I'm assuming you don't have the best relationship with your parents."

Armani frowned,"I guess you could say that. My family's kind of annoying though. How about yours?"

"My parents are control freaks. They're both engineers and my mom owns this art gallery a little ways away. It sucks because pretty much everyone is pressuring me about my career, but I honestly don't know." I explained with a yawn.

Armani's voice was faintly heard from the wash room.

"You're Taylor Ivory, you'll figure it out soon enough."

I rolled my eyes. It didn't seem like it.

"What're you majoring in?"

Armani submerged from the wash room with a towel around his neck. It was then that I noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead and his heavily rising and falling chest.