The Impossible Miss Blue

Monday, November 18th (Pt 2)

OH MY GOD GUYS IT IS AN ACTUAL CHAPTER. IDK. I JUST GOT MOTIVATION FROM ASHTON'S DIMPLES. UM. WELL. SURPISE? HERE IT IS. I KNOW IT KIND OF SUCKS, BUT... eh.

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The car ride was not awkward at all, but still very awkward. It was the awkward-not-awkward thing. You know what I mean, I hope.

I hadn’t felt this tense in a while. Ashton noticed and tried to comfort me, but it wasn’t working like he (by “he” I mean us both) thought it would. But I was thankful for his attempt.

I looked at him. His hair was more wavy than curly today, and his usually more green eyes were light brown, matching his hair. Green flecks glowed when the light hit them in certain ways. He wore a plain grey t-shirt and black skinny jeans with blue converse. He looked at me and smiled a little. “Like what you see?” He joked. I reddened and quickly said, “Hell no.”

And we both laughed.

But I stopped when the car stopped. “You can do this.” Ashton whispered as we eyed the house. I only nodded and opened the car door. I sent him a glance as I walked in front of the door. He gave me a nod and I walked inside. Oh, I wish I was back in the car.

“Aaron?” I called out.

I let out a small shriek as I was tackled to the ground. My brother’s arms gripped me tightly and all I could hear was him sob and mutter, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry” over and over. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back. I was not the hugging and comforting type at all. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he only kept crying. God. “Listen, Aaron, I forgive you. Be a man.”

I was no longer tense and nervous and everything. I was relaxed, actually. He sniffled and pulled away, looking at me with his red and puffy eyes. I smiled and he smiled back.

That was easy.

“We’ll talk, okay? Just go wait on the couch and put on something because I’m making some coffee.” I said, walking to the kitchen. I heard his footsteps fade away and I sighed. That was possibly the most lame and dramatic thing that I have ever seen him do.

At least it wasn’t what you thought it’d be, I reminded myself. With that, I exited the kitchen with three mugs. I opened the front door and saw Ashton leaning against his car. “I heard no yelling?” He said as a question. I walked up to him with the same smile I had before. “Yeah, here,” I handed him a cup. “You want to meet my brother? Don’t worry, he’ll be nice.” I offered, turning back to the house. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he followed me through the door and my grin grew wider, but I didn’t know why.

We all sat on the couch in the living room. My brother was eyeing Ashton, who was squirming uncomfortably in his chair. Time to clear up an awkward situation, like I always have to do. “Ashton, this is my brother, Aaron. Aaron, this is Ashton. He’s a drummer, like me.” He’s also in the band you called stupid, I thought.

Okay, maybe I didn’t fully forgive my brother.

“Hey, bro.” Aaron casually said. I held back a laugh as Ash’s face contorted slightly. “Um, hey.”

And that was how the beautiful friendship (in only over an hour) had started of video games and pizza. I got bored of watching they video games after 3 hours, so I went to my room.

I was looking over my work schedule when I heard Ashton voice yell, “NO, NO, NO! SEE, THIS IS WHY I DON‘T PLAY FIFA!” which made me laugh. I turned on my Panic! At The Disco playlist and started humming along while laying back in my bed.

Then I fell asleep to the song.

I scrunched up my nose and shared a glance with my brother. “Why does Mum want us to clean out in-between the couch cushions?” I asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because we always stick trash in there.” It made sense, I think.

I stuck my small hand into the couch and felt something cold. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Aaron, help me lift the cushion up!”

We lifted it and there sat a penny. “OH MY GOSH, DIBS.” I squealed, but Aaron dove in to grab it first. “I don’t do dibs.” He claimed, sticking the coin in my face. I smacked his hand.

“You suck. I’m the one that technically got it first.” I defended, reaching to grab it. He stuck his arm behind his back. “I do not suck, thank you very much. I grabbed it first.”

“It’s MINE.”

“NO.”

“YES IT IS.”

“NO IT ISN’T.”

“YES.”

“NO, IT IS.”

“YES IT ISN’T—Wait, no!—Mum, Aaron stole my coin!”

My mother walked in, her wavy blonde hair falling loose a little, causing hair to come to the sides and frame her face. She looked between us with her bright blue eyes full of concern. We hadn’t ever fought before, not even bickered. We were those kinds of kids, fortunately for my mum. “What is all this madness?” She asked with a serious tone but was smiling. She always smiled.

“He took the coin I found in the sofa and it is mine.” I defended, crossing my arms over my chest. My brother shook his head quickly. “I did grab it first, though.” Aaron scrunched up his nose. The only thing I could think of to do is to stick my tongue out at him, so I did. Very mature, I know. My mom laughed and pulled another coin out of her back pocket. She bent down to my height and put it in my hand. “Now you both have one. No need to argue anymore, yeah?” I grinned back at her, “Yeah.”

I woke up quickly and swung my feet over the side so that they dangled off the side of my bed. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a defeated laugh. That was the first time my brother and I had ever fought.