A Bisexual Story (BoyxBoyxGirl)

Chapter Eighteen

Warning, the drama is just beginning. You have been forewarned. There's a sad song and another picture of an unsmiling Blake. I can say no more than the fact I stayed up past one in the morning to have this for you guys. Because I love you guys? Well Sean loves you guys, Blake and Nikita wouldn't know what to say. Get your tissues ready. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Blake

“Ah, that really stings!” I complained.

“You should know better than to get any hair dye in your eyes,” Skylar scolded me. “I told you to close them.”

“Uuuuugh!”

I turned on the shower and got in.

“Your hair is not going to take the dye now,” I heard Skylar tapping her combat boot at my on the other side of the shower curtain. “All my wonderful efforts, wasted.”

I was about to sass something but the water running over my face was chasing the sting away. My mom was probably going to try to kill me with the hair dye mess I was making in the shower. Note the word ‘try’ because it wasn’t like I would be going down that easily.

It may have been five minutes later for all I knew. All that mattered was the stinging was going away now. Maybe my hair was better off going back to its natural hair color. The thing was, black hair on my head just looked better. Even Skylar said so and her opinions were usually always right. No sarcasm needed.

The point was, black hair looked better on me and Skylar was the master with hair dye. There was no other person you could trust more than Skylar when it came to hair. Just do what she tells you or end up in my predicament. My hair was probably going to look terrible.

“So how is Sean and Nikita?” Skylar asked and I knew she was only trying to create some small talk with me.

I turned off the water when I saw my already stained shorts were even more stained.

“Fine I guess.”

“Fine you guess.”

“You make it sound like I don’t want it to be fine,” I said picking up on something between the lines. “What are you trying to say?”

It was kind of odd because Skylar usually just said whatever was on her mind without a second thought. That usually got her into a lot of trouble and maybe some hurt feelings along the way. Ok more than some feelings, a lot of feelings. She could make a grown man cry if she wanted to, though he most likely deserved it.

The shower curtains were ripped aside and I automatically shrieked just a little while trying to cover myself.

She just rolled her eyes at me, “You are so dramatic. Sometimes even a drama queen.”

“You said it sister,” my brother Phil said as he walked past the cracked open bathroom door. His bedroom door shut immediately after since his room was the closest to the bathroom.

Skylar just ignored him while I plotted things against my brother. That’s only natural for brother’s right?

“Whatever Skylar,” I said trying to ignore her too. Problem was, she’s a hard person to ignore. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Your freaking zombie dead cold hands are cold!”

“Cold hands, warm heart,” She said not taking her hands off my ribs.

They were really cold! Things like that just weren’t normal! What am I saying? Skylar is not normal!

“You want me to stop?” She asked even though I doubted she wanted to. She was pure evil.

“Y-yes, yes, yes, yes,” I stammered on and on until she took her hands off of me. I made a move to the other side of the room. Just as long as I was out of grabbing range. This was a small bathroom so that didn’t mean I was out of pouncing range.