06. Hue
Hugh probably thinks I am weird for saying that, but it's true. I don't see how he can think that about himself. He's far from being boring, it's interesting that he has attack bees. He doesn't seem stupid. And there's no way he's ugly. His appearance reminds me of a honeybee.
"Fi, you're sweeter than honey." he says.
I smile. Fi. It's the first I have been called that by someone, and truthfully I hope it stays like that. I only like when Hugh calls me that. I was right about being kindhearted though. Not only am I kindhearted but I am honest. I only tell the truth and the truth was that Hugh Apiston was far from "trash."
I don't know how long we were sitting there, nor how long we would stay, but as we sat there the sun started to go down over the horizon. I've seen many sunsets in my life, almost every night. But this one seemed different. The top was a blue that faded into pink then into a gold. Actual gold.
"Hugh, you know what color means, right?" I ask.
He looks at me. "No?"
"Hue. I don't mean you." I say. "Hue means color, it's just spelled differently from your name."
"What did I tell you about me being stupid. I wouldn't of known that."
"Well now you do." I smile.
"Do you like sunsets?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
*
We return back at the home before it's completely dark outside. The night was calm, and it felt nice. I would've like to stay at the oak for awhile longer, but I knew that Miss Peregrine wouldn't of let us. I'm not sure why, either. We're sixteen year olds and I think we can handle ourself, but maybe there's a good reason behind it.
I'm starting to get tired already, and Hugh looks
tired, too.
"Aw look, the lovebirds are back." says that two-faced Enoch kid. I never usually really dislike anybody, but I think he's the first. He smashes his lips together and makes a face. "Kissy, kissy." he says.
Hugh tightens his jaw. "Knock it off, idiot." he says.
Kiss. That word stuck in my head. I've never really experienced one before. It only happened once, and that's because my mama gave me a kiss on the forehead the day before I ran away. One last kiss.
I found myself drifting upstairs. I am so tired. I pass Emma in the hall, who stops me. "Hey, Fiona, I left you an old dress of mine that you could wear. I thought you might like it." she says. I like Emma. There's something about her that tells me she's fierce, but in a comforting way. Maybe I could be her friend. Maybe I could be everyone's friend here.
I walk into the room and find the dress laying on the end of my bed. I pick it up. It's yellow and floral patterned. I smile. It's perfect and just what I wanted. I get changed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light switch.
