the sun

moonlit skies || 1

    Going to the museum didn't bother me. Going with her did. The taller, smarter, funnier, older sister that my parents adored. I was just Olly. My brown eyes didn't stick out. Her green ones did. My brown hair didn't stick out. Her strawberry blonde hair did. I was a nobody. She was a somebody. Her bright pink lipstick was vivid and bright like the sun. Here I was the scrawny mess of a human that nobody knew.
"What do you guys want to do," Mom says enthusiastically. She's always too excited for everything. "I want to see the Tyrannosaurus-Rex exhibit," Eleanor says excitedly. I didn't answer. "Okay Elle. Of course!" We went to the Tyrannosaurus-Rex exhibit where she just happened to see one of her friends. Eva, her best friend, was now walking towards us. Smiling at my sister with her pearly, straight teeth. They all seemed like robots. Perfect in every way possible. Never had any stress or sadness. While my castle was falling, Eleanor's was entirely in place. "Hey!" my sister said happily. "What a coincidence that we see you here Eva!" Mom spoke with a happiness that couldn't be broken. I didn't speak. I tried to make myself shrink. "Yeah! My family wanted to go here on an educational trip!" Eva spoke. Their happiness was too happy. Almost fake. A boy walked by. Beautiful, curly, blonde hair. My mom started talking to Eva's mom as the girls rushed towards him. Me following behind slowly. He might not even be gay. I thought. They admired the same dinosaur replica as him as they scooted closer. He turned to them. "Hey," I looked at a different replica. "I can see you and I'd just like to inform you that I'm gay," they blushed. "We weren't," "Um," they walked away, but I stayed. Glancing in his direction every so often. He turned around to face me. Walked towards me. I panicked and pretended to stare at the replica in front of me. He stood next to me and scooted in closer. "Hey," he said not taking his eyes off the replica. "Hey," I said doing the same. "Are you gay?" "Y-yes," I hesitated. Why was he this straightforward? "Cool," "I'm guessing you know that I'm gay by that little chat I had with those girls over there," he spoke with a bold tone that was like a fire that never burned out. "Yeah," I tried to be bold too but it was like a mouse trying to stand up to a lion. He suddenly broke the stare and took out a small pad of paper from his back pocket and a pen and scribbled something out on the paper. He finished and tore it out. I turned to him as he turned to me and gave the paper to me. I couldn't help but have a small smile as I looked down and saw a phone number. "Cute smile," he said. I blushed "Thanks," I stayed looking down for a bit as he finally said "Call me," and with that he whisked out of sight.
     At home I was so happy that I went straight to bed and wrote so much of my song and stayed up all night with the moonlit sky lighting up my world.