Ricky
We were both silent for a while, just staring.
At my shoes.
Which had just been vomited on.
“Um…” I started. Blue finished.
“I am so sorry.” She cried, ‘I didn’t-uh-mean to, um, throw up on your shoes.”
“It’s kind of gross.” I admitted.
“I’ll, umm, clean it up?”
“Yes,” I replied with a smile, “Go on, servant, tend to my needs.” Blue looked like she wanted to back away, “Uh,” I added hastily, “Not like that.”
She bent down, looking like she wanted to throw up…again.
“Can’t you just throw them out?”
“No!” I cried indignity, “I like these shoes.” She wrinkled her nose.
“They smell like vomit.”
“That’s because you vomited on them.” Blue stood up suddenly.
“I can’t clean your shoes,” She said, “I’m sick.”
“That was just anaesthetic,” I said, “Man up.” She pouted.
“You man up, throw the shoes out.” She placed her hand over her stomach, another over her mouth. Looking like she wanted to be sick.
“GRAB A BUCKET!,” I yelled, “FOR GOD’S SAKE, SOMEONE GRAB A BUCKET!” I could hear yelling coming from Stephan’s direction and Montana shouting something from the kitchen. But it was Paige who came, barrelling out, an old tin bucket in her hand. Not for the first time, I was glad that the blonde had good reflexes.
“What?” She cried, startled, “What’s wrong.” I pointed a finger at Blue, who was looking extremely queasy.
“Blue. Bucket. Now.” She stopped, an alarmed look on her face.
“What is that smell?” I frowned.
“If you don’t give Blue the bucket, you’ll find out.” Paige hastily handed the bucket to Blue.
Who then emptied her stomach contents into the tin.
Lovely thoughts.
Montana came in, looking non-grossed out.
Which was more than you can say for Paige, Blue and I.
“Side effect of the anaesthetic.” She replied to our questioning faces, “nothing too bad.” Montana crouched down to where Blue was leaning heavily on the side of the couch. It was a stark contrast, with Montana, all purple hair and yellow clothes, and then there was Blue, who was looking grey and colourless. Her electric eyes were still bright though.
Montana took her temperature and told her to rest on the couch.
Damn, am I envious.
Blue
The sun was setting, if you could call it that. The chemicals in the air created a plethora of colours in the sky. I sighed. My first sunset.
I suppose, in a way, it was beautiful. If you could pretend that a multi-coloured sky was normal, not the result of human greed and consumption.
In the old books, I’d read the sunset was orange, with pink and red strewn through it. It wasn’t blood red with green wisps threaded into it, like it was now.
I closed my eyes, letting the last of the sun spread across my face.
And then it was over. Just like that. My first sunset, gone. Another page in my book of memories.
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Paranormal“Wait. What’s going on?” I was totally confused. “We’re rescuing you” Ricky said, his blonde hair spikey. “You were serious about that?” I asked him. “Yep.” He said, his handsome features grinning. “Now hurry up before they notice” I looked at him i...
