Colors (bxb) [DISCONTINUED]

attraction

"Attraction is only intense when mystery is involved."

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"Can I spend the weekend at Justin's house?"

Both Kloe and my mother freeze at those words, the hair practically standing on their necks. We're all in the car, driving back home. Kloe had to stay after school to help with some organization she's leading, and I told my mom that I was staying after to makeup a test that I missed. Thankfully, she took my explanation without calling any teachers to confirm; I'd never be able to go anywhere if she knew that I had detention yesterday, today, and even on Monday.

And I need to go to Justin's house. With the more time that's passed, more and more fantasies have burrowed themselves into my brain. I know, deep down, that we'd most-likely end up doing nothing more than what's normal . . . but it doesn't hurt to dream. If Justin ends up making a move at his house . . .

Well, that'd officially be the highlight of my entire sixteen years.

So, to make a long story short, I have to go. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Even if I have to sneak out of the house myself, I will be at Justin's place.

"What . . ?" My mother gets over her shock quickly, the confusion starting to set in. Her eyes focus back on the road, nonetheless. "First of all, who is Justin?"

"He's the really, really cute boy that I'm totally gonna end up marrying someday," Kloe answers for me, a starry-eyed look in her brown eyes.

Same, I want to say, but I manage to swallow that down. Instead, I roll my eyes at my sister's infatuation.

"I went to his house to work on a project once," I say. "And I went over there to hang out with the other guys, too. Remember? You were the one who took and picked me up."

"Oh . . ." My mom doesn't look like she remembers much, but she still nods. Turning a corner, just a few minutes away from our neighborhood, she taps the steering wheel with one of her hands. "Well, secondly, since when do you like spending the night at other people's houses? Have you even stayed at Tyrese's house before?"

"Yeah," I mumble, looking to the carpeted floor of the vehicle. "When I was, like, thirteen."

Thinking of Tyrese makes me smile. We've known each other for such a long time. Before the self-loathing and depressiveness started, I used to tell him everything. We used to be the closest guys around. Things have changed, but I'm glad that we aren't fighting anymore. I'm glad that things seem to finally be heading in the right direction. I can't handle loosing too much.

"Exactly," she says. "I thought you grew out of that."

"Well, Justin invited me, and he's one of my best friends, so I'd really like to go," I say, quickly, knowing what my mother is trying to do. She doesn't want me to go - not really. It starts with not remembering who Justin is, to bringing focus to my age, and then ends with telling me that I don't really want to go at all. I don't feel like getting to the third step. "We're also going to the movies tomorrow with a group of friends, so I'll need some money."

Kloe whips her head towards me, her eyes wide. "What? Y'all are going to the movies? I want to go!"

I give her an annoyed side-eye. "You don't even know what movie we're going to see."