“Promise that no matter what we’ll still be friends?” Jay said to me as we sat in a café drinking iced tea. It was a new discovery of mine, easier to make than normal tea and no chance of getting burnt.
“How old are you again?” I asked thinking he was acting pretty much like a naughty child who was about to admit to the crime of the century.
“Eighteen and a half,” he said with a ,”ugh,” noise at the end which meant that he was probably sticking out his tongue, yere, very mature mate.
“Fine, fine, fine. What is it?” I didn’t even really want to know but whatever kept him happy. Being with him got me out of the house, Sara hadn’t sent me back to school yet after me and Kyle told her it was an utter failure. Actually talking of Kyle we’d been getting along really well lately. Ever since his little confession it was like we were inseparable.
“Ok well, I was wondering if you…” he began.
“If I?” I asked trying to get him to go on.
“If you would ever consider going out with me, like, on a date?” He paused for a second before the rambling began. “it’s just that your really nice, and good looking and sweet and have all these funny quirks and awesome blue hair that you should probably get re-dyed by the way, and, and.”
“And your embarrassing me.” I told him in a stage whisper. “Alright we can go on a date, but only one and no promises it will work out ok?” I didn’t really want to be dating right now but may as well give the boy a chance, you never know right?
“Deal,” He said suddenly jumping me with a huge hug.
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“How’s mister I’m-the-next-Jack-Black doing then?” Kyle asked as he got ready for bed. I was already snuggled up under the covers and just waiting for him to get in before I went to sleep.
“Ok, I guess. He gave me a new joke.” I told him with a yawn. “Three women sitting in a bar having a drink. Their boyfriends are all named Georgie. One day they decide to name their boyfriends after soft-drinks to tell the difference between them. The first one says ‘I'll name mine 7-up because he's seven inches and always up.’ The second one says ‘I'll name mine MOUNTAIN DEW because he likes to mount and do me.’ And the third one says ‘I'll name mine Jack Daniels.’ The others say ‘Hey! That's not a soft-drink that's a hard licker!’. She says ‘That's My Georgie!!’” We both started laughing, that was definitely a funny one. “Ow, and he asked me out.”
“Seriously I’m about to get into bed with you, I don’t want to hear about your boyfriend.” He paused a second as if he was confused about something. “One sec boyfriend? He asked you out? What the hell did you say?”
“I agreed to one date, cant do any harm now can it,” I told him closing my eyes and hugging my pillow. That’s it, I was shattered, conversation over. Or not.
“Your going on a date? With him?” Kyle asked again in disbelief.
“Yes, now shd’up I’m’a trying to sleep.” I yawned as I began to drift off.
“No Cyan this is serious. You Cant Date HIM!” Kyle half shouted making me groan. “Have you seen him, I mean yere he’s cute and all but seriously he’s not good for you. He’s not good for anyone. Night light’s is a dodgy club Cyan you know that, heck everyone knows that. It may have it’s good nights but in the end it’s still a attraction for dirty old men to fuck sluts.”
Ow for the love of god, “Kyle deary, No I haven’t seen him I’m fucking blind and I know all about Night Lights and trust me Jay’s just a comedian, he’s funny.”
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Blind Blue
Teen FictionWhen seventeen year old Cyan is involved in an accident his whole life changes. Left blind the once artistic, blue haired boy doesn't know what to do with himself. His parents don't seem to care and his friends apparently have their own problems but...
