Dark Sun

~Chapter 3~~Joe~

~Chapter 3~~Joe~

Once Jade, Laylah and Leelah and their parents left, I was knackered and my voice had almost gone. My throat was raw, so I glugged down a chocolate fudge milkshake I poured for myself in a big blue cup. My voice came back, but my throat was still slightly raw. I felt insecure too. Right now. I didn't know what the hell had came over me when Leelah was adjusting my frickin' guitar strap. I really hope no one noticed my stupid mental-breakdown. Shite.

She was so close, her hair would've touched my leg if she went any closer to me. I wish Leelah did, though.

What?!

Did I just think that? Flip, am I entering flipping puberty at flipping fourteen?

Shite. I would be fifteen in two weeks. Why had I felt that towards, above all people, Leelah?

I mean, she was pretty. Even though when everyone told her that she denied it. I smiled, while flopping back onto my bed, staring up at my white ceiling. I don't know why, but I liked white. It was clear, pristine. But it would always become faded after old age. But mine was still clear. Leelah. Why her? As I said, she was pretty: dark, dark brunette hair that was long and one shade lighter than mine. Yeah. Just one shade. Her eyes were big, but not too big, just big enough to drown in. They were a deep hazel, almost the same as her hair, if her eyes were brown. She was laughing most of the time, but when she was mad her eyes would hold a gloomy and darker shade and she would be distant to the whole world.

Girls, hey?

But she was my favourite friend. Despite all my guy-friends I had (and popularity) she was the best. She was not popular and lots of girls - I guess you can say envied - hated her for being friends with me, Aha. Yeah, popularity with the girls hung thick in the air as well. She was funny and Jade had said many times that she was the frickin' girl version of me. She said that.

She normally was mad with me. Why? Because I sometimes could never take her seriously, especially when we partnered up in lessons. A memory comes back in a flash.

We're standing in the Art room, in the middle of the whole room. Leelah was busy painting her incredible Taylor Swift portrait and I was meant to be helping her. But I was busy trying to ask Lucy out on a date. Yep. That was last year. Leelah had turned me around and said:

"This is hard. Why can't you flipping help me?" She had half whispered and yelled. She had yellow (Taylor's hair) and red (her lipstick) all over her face.

I laughed, simultaneously wiping it off "The writing for 'red' is too hard!" I moaned. We were painting the album cover to Taylor Swift's album 'Red'. The writing was pretty hard, to be honest.

She swatted my hand off her face as if it was a  wasp stinging. I, pathetic as always, felt hurt. "You know what?" She yelled, but no one could hear, as they were yelling too. "You're just too damn lazy! Don't know whyI partnered with you!" She said, turning her small back on me and psinting in the hsir and red of the lips.

"I'm not lazy!" I argued, my face creasing into an angry expression, nearly matching her fed-up one. "The words are hard! And anyway, I'm trying to ask out Lucy! So could you-" I was cut off by Leelah saying:

"Oh, so asking a stupid cheerleader girl out is more important than an essay?"

"She's not stupid..." I trailed off. Actually, she was bottom for 80% of her subjects.

"Whatever" She muttered.

She had finished the whole painting her self, capturing the crease of Taylor's eyes, the gint of the shiny and vibrant red lipstick, the glowing of her hair and... well, making it look realistic. She was amazing at art. I got an A for the esssay, without any input or contribution to any of it. Leelah got an A as well. She didn't even tell the teacher that I was just being lazy.

I felt pretty bad and tried to apologize to the skinny little stubborn brat. So I ended up not having a date. Oh well. She would block me out and pretend she was hearing noises rather then my own pleading voice.

Again:

Girls, hey?!

She then apologized at the end of the day, jumping on (behind me) my bike and curling her long and lanky arms around my waist.

"You're forgiven, bitch." She said gruffly. I turned around and found her smiling at the ground, her beautiful hair spilling over her small and delicate face.

I smiled too. Because when she was happy, I was happy too. "Well, I knew you would." I lied, pulling her arms around me tighter, so that her small hands were on top of my stomach. She tensed. "Can't block out a gorgeous face like this, can ya?" I joked. "By the way, relax. It's only moi."

She snorted and rested  her right cheek on my back. "You fancy yourself, Gionelli. Not me. And those girls over there are giving me The Look." She said, worried.

"You might fancy me someday. They're just jealous, by the way." I replied.

"Just ride, dumbass."

I pushed on the pedals and we spun off. Leelah's long dark hair whipping out behind us.