Zodiac Camp

Are we really best friends?

Taurus's POV

The day came to a slow end. Purples and blues colored the sky as the sun said goodbye. Scorpio and I were still hanging out on the picnic table. I laid across the table with my head sitting in his lap as he played with my hair.

"Why are you so fascinated with my hair?" I asked.

"It's just really curly."

"That's how biracial hair is."

"Well, I guess I like biracial hair."

"Never say that again."

"Yea, I realized how fetishy that sounded."

"Yea, how about we play a game. Fifteen questions. I ask you fifteen questions about you and you answer them."

"Mmm-kay," he hummed.

"Do you buy or download your music?"

"Buy. I like supporting the artist."

"Cats or dogs?"

"Dogs all the way."

"AC/DC or Metallica?"

"Umm...AC/DC."

"Mustard or ketchup?"

"Ketchup."

"Chinese or Mexican?"

"Why not both?"

"Because there's no 'all of the above' option."

"Fair enough. I'll choose Mexican, because tacos."

"Vans or Converse?"

"Vans."

"First concert?"

"Arctic Monkeys."

"First kiss?" I knew it was a generic question. I was expecting him a say little Susie on the playground was his first kiss, but it wasn't.

"Never had one." My jaw probably dropped to the ground by how dumbfounded I was.

"You're seventeen and never kissed anyone?"

"Nope. And that counts as a question too."

"Okay fine. Ummm...weirdest song you've heard?"

"Bad Touch by the Bloodhound Gang."

"Have you ever smoked weed?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever broken a bone?"

"Yes. Left arm. Skateboarding."

"Any pets?"

"Yes. A scorpion. Ironic huh?" I nod in response.

"Personality type?"

"Last time I checked it was INTP."