Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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"You... dyed your hair."
Jamie reached up to his light blue hair with a small smile and looked up at it while pulling on a strand. "Yeah, I've had it blond for so long. I thought I'd try something else now that my mom can't get on my ass for it anymore. She already yelled at me for dyeing it in the first place, but the brown was so goddamn boring."
"It looks good," I said. "The blue, that is."
The smile stretched even wider. "Thanks."
Seriously, though. He looked really good. Not just the hair. He'd put on a nice shirt with colored buttons and all, and here I was in my dull, gray t-shirt with the text 'yes, I know I'm tall' on it, which Jackson had gotten me three years ago as a joke because I kept complaining about strangers telling me I'm tall.
It was kind of a stupid t-shirt to wear when I was with Jamie.
"So, uh... where do you wanna go?" I asked quickly.
"I don't know. Where do you wanna go?"
I gave him a look.
"Yeah, okay, let's not fall into that endless cycle. Uhh, we could go to... the, uh... I don't know, let's just walk around and see what catches our eye."
"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."
"That's because I always have amazing ideas."
"Sure," I said, rolling my eyes.
He grinned at me and started walking, so I shook my head and followed him while he asked, "So what's your week been like?"
"Hm... pretty peaceful up until today."
"What happened today?"
I mentally punched myself. This date was about me and him—not Mason—and that was definitely a line I shouldn't cross if I wanted to keep this lighthearted and fun! But then what was I supposed to say? Nothing? Eventually, I settled with, "Just... stuff."
"I have a feeling I know what kind of stuff, but..."
"Yeah, that kind of stuff. No need to discuss."
He gave me a wry smile.
"I had a good time with my friends, though."
So I told him about Bri and the others and before we knew it, Mason had been all but forgotten. Jamie mostly talked about himself, because I had the tendency to unintentionally turn things back around and every time I saw it happening I shut myself the hell up. I figured it was safer to let him lead the conversation anyway. He was very good at filling silences with stories. Sometimes, I thought he should write it all down, because he really had a knack for storytelling.
When we came back to the topic of his hair, since he got it done the day before, I took the opportunity to jump back in and asked, "What made you decide on the color blue?"
