Dream Clouds

Blue number 5

"Mom?" my voice echoed into the front hallway. I shut the heavy door behind me and shuffled into the kitchen, kicking off my boots. I grabbed a Capri Sun from the fridge and leaned against the icy freezer door.

"Mom? Carla?" I asked again. No one answered so I figured my sister and mom went to the store or something. I shivered and threw the Capri Sun in the trash as I walked into the small room I called my own. The light was on, which meant mom had been in there so I looked around for a note or something. Nada.

I sighed with a quiver and sunk into the sheets on my bed. I buried my head under neath the quilt and tugged my old style flip phone out of my pocket and dialed Parker with my thumbs. The phone toned three times before Parker's groggy voice answered.

"Hello?" he grumbled. I smiled.

"Hey I have a SERIOUS issue with that Trevor guy." I said, my brown waves slipping over my eyes.

"Why? He's a good guy."

"He tried to kiss me, Parker!"

"What?" Parker asked, voice tight.

"Yeah." I whispered, happy that he seemed so concerned.

"...Why would he do that?" Parker grumbled, his voice hoarse.

"I don't know Parker." After I said that, I heard Parker take a deep breath and then he hung up. I grumbled to myself and tumbled off the bed and wiggled my toes in the pink carpet.

"Well this sucks." I chuckled, ripping off my shirt and pants and putting on my extra large paint covered t-shirt. I didn't bother putting any pants on since it covered my 'no-no square' and I tied my mane of hair into a low ponytail.

I slid across the wood floor in my fuzzy socks and galloped down the basement stairs into my sanctuary. I pressed my radio's 'on' button and nodded my head to 'No Such Thing'. The room had multi-colored paint dust floating around lamps and walls and the past paintings of mine crept in every corner and shelf. I inhaled the familiar scent of apples and paint color blue number 5. I snatched a blank canvas from under my love seat and set it on the stained easel.

I hummed along to the music as each stroke was a different color and shade on the white canvas. So far... It looked like a 5 year old's vomit. I groaned and dropped the paint brush onto a paper plate and snatched my color in

The lines book and crayons. I could never make a good painting when my day was all screwy. I scribbled pink into an elephants ear as I recounted today.

Met beautiful jerk, fill in that nose with purple.

Rode on bike while getting a great whiff of Parker's hair whenever we turned a corner, rainbow color that other ear.

Revisit where I met my first and still going on crush, color the belly green.

Memories if Josh brought to me through lyrics, color the eyes blue.

Saw how talented Trevor is, color the tail grey.

Trevor tried to kiss me, throw the coloring book against the wall and storm upstairs.