The Blue Eyed Boy

Alex I

"His eyes were cornflower blue, the hue of the most magical things, the sky, the sea, and all my reasons why."-of yesteryear

"Get. Off. Of me!" Sam was wriggling around near the entrance, trying to push this guy's arm off her waist. "I have no interest engaging in romantic relations with you."

I lightly chuckled. Sam had the best choice of language.

"I love it when you talk sexy to me!" The guy who had a hold of her, clearly drunk off his ass and a little high, was slurring his words together.

"Hey, she said to get off her man." I lightly shoved his hand away from her waist. His fingers had 'subtly' been reaching for her butt, getting way too close for my taste.

"And who are you? Her lover?" Sam smirked slightly, downed the rest of whatever was in the cup she had been holding, and turned so she was pushed against my chest.

I wrapped both arms around her, and started to rub her back. "Actually yes, we are lovers."

"Yeah, we like to make love under the stars." Sam ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the guy with a deathly glint in her eyes.

"Whatever. Have fun with scarecrow over there." The guy sauntered off, feet shuffling on the park grounds.

"We always do!" Sam stepped away from me and adjusted her shirt that had started to slowly slide down. We stared at his disappearing back for a minute, watching him approach another unfortunate girl who had been standing alone. What a sleaze.

"He just insulted me, and you're just going to stand there?!" The drunk guy's words finally registered into my brain.

"Oh right, one sec." She stood up on her tiptoes and cupped her hands around her mouth. "My friend here is not a scarecrow! He is more of a skinny noodle!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "One, that was no better than what he said and two, I thought we were lovers."

"Give me a fucking break Alex! It's like, 12 am."

"It's actually only 10:42."

She groaned and rolled her blue eyes. "I actually hate you."

Again, I chuckled. But despite the so obviously insulting and heartbreaking comments, I linked my arm through hers and lead her away from the throng of people flooding out of the park and into the direction of my brother's apartment.

It was a Saturday night, and I had taken Sam to her first concert. The Chainsmokers had performed at this downtown park and I thought it was the perfect time to introduce her to the poetic mayhem that is a concert. The show had been first come first serve and since my brother lived about a block away from Hance Park, I figured why not.

"I thought I was your best friend! You can't not love me."

"Not after tonight; Drew Taggart just stole your title. I love him more now."

"Well I'll just have to call him up to have a serious conversation now won't I?"

She shook her head. "You aren't allowed to call my best friend without permission."

I reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. "Can I please call your so called best friend?" She glared at me with her blue grey eyes.

"I guess. But beware, his sexiness could easily leak through the phone and blind you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Highly doubtful, but I'll take my chances."

Entering in her password and opening contacts, I pressed call. A few seconds later the phone in my pocket rang. "Oh gee, who could that be? Maybe...oh yes, it's you, Sam." I put her phone on speaker and spoke into mine.