Mixing Paints

F I V E

Sanai Victoria as Cressida, Luna's sister

L U N A

It's a common thing to try make yourself seem more fascinating to intrigue other people. This causes us to hyperbolise every story we tell to make our lives seem like action movies, when actually they're about as interesting as grey paint drying on a wall.

By now I should have realised that you get EVERYONE in one box, then you get Mick in a separa6te one. His life actually was a series of unbelievable events that only seemed to happen to him.

I looked down for the third time at our local newspaper just to be sure that I read the headline correctly.

"Brave High School Student Rescues a Petrified Cat"

A smug looking Mick Alvarez stood beside the woman who was clinging to her cat. The story he told Mr. Kent apparently wasn't a lie.

"This town is ridiculously overdramatic," I muttered to myself but I was too bitter to be quiet about it and wanted Dani to back me up. "Petrified? The cat was probably trying to run away from home. Look at how she's smothering the poor thing."

Dani took a break from her Geography homework to look up at me as she stirred her milkshake. "Okay what's the deal with you? You've been snappy about Animal Boy all day."

Animal Boy?

As if she could read my mind, she immediately answered the question. "The guy once brought a tarantula to school, he saved a cat even though he'd be late for school and didn't you say he helped a bird out the library yesterday? Animal Boy seemed fitting."

The corners of my lips curled into a small smile as I replayed the memory of the tall boy being exceptionally gentle with the tiny bird. Of course I then realised he wasn't anything but gentle considering the fact that after our study session he totally snapped and kicked me out his car.

"Yesterday was going great but close to the end, he sort of just went cold and told me to get out of his car."

"Did you say anything?" Dani asked me as she started packing away her homework which I knew wasn't done but friend talk-time was more important.

Mick and I were both joking around at the time, so I shook my head.

"Well, I might know how to cheer you up," she gave me a smile. It was a naughty Dani smile and I knew that couldn't be good. "Tyler had a question about the book we were reading in Spanish class. I didn't know the answer but I told him my friend did so I gave him your number."

Her brown eyes lit up and I knew she was planning my future romance in her head. She was too much of a romantic.

"What the heck Dani?" I snapped her out of her little daydream. "I don't even have Spanish as a subject!"

"It's my duty as your best friend and fairy godmother to match you with the guy you like. I'm trying my best here," she defended. "A little gratitude will be appreciated."

Spanish was optional at school and I never took it. The most I knew was counting up to 10 which I learnt from Handy Manny when I was 6 years old, so I was even rusty with that.

A part of me wanted to groan in frustration but I held it back when I looked at how proud Dani was of herself. She was trying her best.

We started chatting away at typical girl-to-girl gossip. She updated me on who was banging who while I told her about the art projects I was working on. As Dani was in the middle of telling me about the latest scandal about Dylan apparently being involved with someone else while dating Brooklyn, she trailed off and her eyes looked alarmed.