I See You

Weird

"Everyone's been so weird lately," I muse aloud, laying on the shaded grass underneath the front yard tree. 

Azalea bats my face with her paw before repositioning herself between my arm and my body.

"Yeah," I agreed with her, "Especially me."

Venus and I are okay. I mean, we're great, going on two months now. We go out to eat on Fridays, and sometimes breakfast on Sundays. We hang out almost every day after school, alternating between Remy and all of Venus's friends, and on a rare occasion, both. She's a great kisser, and I'm pretty lucky to have her as my girlfriend. We're in a good place, notwithstanding her worried looks sometimes. I think she wants to talk to me about something but doesn't know where to start. I'm afraid if I push her to talk, she'll pull further away.

Next, there's Remy. Remy freezes at random times, zoning out, and whenever I ask her if she's alright she always responds the same. "I'm fine, I'd tell you if it was something important, wouldn't I?" I don't want to push her, but my head is spinning from her moods lately. Either she's glued to my side for days or just disappears for a few with no explanations whatsoever. I'm getting worried. But she's right, we promised to always tell each other anything important. (Maybe she's going through some kind of phase?)

Another weird thing is that home feels... I don't know, off. Like it's not my place anymore. Which is ridiculous, since it doesn't make sense. I have nothing to compare it to so I'm really confused on the front.

Then there's Mystic Quincy. Mystic freaking Quincy, who just keeps flipping me inside out. There are times when she actually opens up to me, before suddenly reverting back to her usual bitch-y self. She's so hot and cold I'm not sure if I'm going to get burned or get frostbite.

"In retrospect," I continue aloud to Azalea, "Maybe this is almost all- ha, if not all- in my head. I feel so out of place, you know, like I'm missing something. Something vital."

Everything is perfect (almost), but seems false. Maybe Mom's right and I've hit a phase, my teenage I- don't- think- I- fit- in- anywhere phase.

What do I expect? I'm a teenager with normal hormones, and this is a teenager thing.

Why does this not seem the tiniest bit true to me?

I move gather up Azalea and take her inside when she suddenly takes off to who knows where.

I stomp my foot, growling, "Seriously!?" into the rapidly darkening sky.

"Do you always yell at the sky?" Asks the voice I'd give almost anything for it not to be.

"My cat ran away," I explain, setting off in the general direction of where Azalea went.

I heard footsteps quickly following me, as she said "Missy and I'll help you, okay?"

"Missy?" I ask absently, looking for Azalea while avoiding, "Girl of the week or what?"

"She's not-" Mystic huffs, obviously mad, "That is not a thing!"

I don't bother to turn around to address my semi unwanted helper. "Oh, okay, whatever you say. You must always be right."

It is so totally a thing.

"Thank you," she sounds smug before sputters, still behind me, "That was sarcasm, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," I admit, holding back my 'duh', before quickly asking, "Who's Missy?"

"My cat-"

I spin around, "Your cat!" I exclaim, excited, all but ripping the beautiful savannah from her.

I coo at the cat, cuddling her to me and rubbing her tummy while she purrs happily.

"What?" Mystic demands, outraged.

"What what?" I ask, totally wrapped up in the fuzzy being in my arms.

"You don't even say hello, you insult me, you insinuate you listen to asinine rumors, and you steal my cat!"

I watch as Azalea comes out from under a nearby bush, as I respond, "Your cat likes me," I pointedly ignore her other points.

"I noticed that," she tells me, scowling down at her cat, "Little traitor!"

Looking past her own cat, she leans down and grabs mine. "Found your cat, by the way!"

I give her an unimpressed look. "She was rubbing against my leg, I knew she was there."

Mystic huffs, and I can't even lie to myself about how adorable it is.

She cuddles Azalea to her, "Goddess she's so soft!"

What the?

"...Goddess?" I ask. Maybe, she-

"I have no idea where that came from," Mystic admits, giggling.

Again, I'm almost breathless due to her beauty.

Oh my. There it is, the weirdness, it seems... lessened when I'm around Mystic (which is half the reason I'm purposely avoiding being alone with her).

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm with a really nice, beautiful girl, but I'm crushing on one of her friends, and the gorgeous player one at that!

Fuck my life.

After admitting this internally, I hastily exchange pets with her, and take off towards home, leaving her looking befuddled behind me.

Shit! Why?

I'm almost home when my phone rings.

Double shit, it's Venus, calling at the same time she always does...

I shakily answer, rounding the corner to my house, answering, "Hello?"

I immediately hear the dial tone and look down at it confused.

"Hey," a soft voice says before me. I look up, shocked.

Venus sits on my front steps, looking melancholy.

"Hello?" I repeat, wondering why she's here.

She motions for me to sit, as she avoids my eyes. We sit in silence, at least until she breaks it.

"I really like you," she starts, looking at her hands.

"I like you too," I tell her, still really confused.

She lets out an unstable laugh. "I would hope so, but there's something I need to tell you."

Oh no, she's breaking up with me!

"What did I do?" I ask myself.

Venus snatches my hand into both of her's. "You did not do anything... Quite the opposite, actually..."

I look up at her as she fights back tears, "I'm- I've got a crush on someone else."

It slips out immediately, "So do I!"

(A/N: I so want to know what you all think is going to happen, just because I feel like gloating that Dylan already told me what's next in Kaitlyn's view of the story {Nyxxyn is pissed at her for it}. 
Well, sort of, I know what's to be of Kaitlyn and Venus's relationship and also know her last scene of the book as Scarlett is super inpatient when it comes to endings...
Anyways, Azalea says, "Hey, just remember, 'Normal is a setting on the dryer' and 'If you ever need a friend, we're not enemies' and you'll be set for life!")