imperfectly blue [poly bl]

04 | rainbow sprinkles

Mackenzie's energetic smile was brighter than the pink neon shirt that tantalizing showed off his silky skin. Everything about him was this big, bright ball of sunshine and sugar, and in some miraculous way, his sweetness had left me on a sugar high I actually want to stay on.

All the furniture had been pushed to the side of the living room and replaced with Spongebob and various cartoon character sheets draped as tents. Prepped to the max with treats, board games and a laptop for movies, our creation was three seconds away from showtime.

Mackenzie cast a brief look my way before eagerly turning back to the door he had ushered Sawyer and Clark to stay behind while we got to business. 'Very top secret importantly crazy business' is how he put it, and I put it as way too many adjectives.

All honesty, I'm having fun but at the same time, I feel so drained. It's way past my normal 8:30 pm bedtime, I'm taking more orders about how to build the most complicated fort ever and as much as Mackenzie is trying his best to make me feel comfortable I still have those first time meeting jitters.

The boy in question sent me a giddy determined look, his hand itching to pull open the door and let Sawyer and Clark in. With one nod from me and classic bisexual thumbs up, he yanked open the door. "Welcome to Honey Hands fort starring the one and only Wren!"

"Along with the mystical magical Mackenzie!" I threw the pink bag of glitter right on his messy bundle of hair, watching the contents turn his brunette hair to a twinkling blue like the ocean on a sunny day. "If you want to come in we have three rules. One..."

Mackenzie jokingly shook his head like a dog shaking off the dirt, but this doggy was plaguing the rest of us with glitter that would still be stuck in our hair the day we die. "Shoes off, socks on. We're going 'no homo' tonight. Two..."

"Snacks please, lots and lots of candy." I sent Mackenzie a worried side glance. This was sure as hell something Sawyer must have banned the already sugar high boy from having. "Requested by Makcnezie, just to point the blame. Sorry, dude. Now three..."

"Baited, great, thanks. Anywhore," He gave me a sassy hand to the face, but his sparkly hand didn't stop me from seeing the playfulness in his blue eyes. "Kisses upon entry, I know you'll have no trouble with that."

The lines on Mackenzie's handwritten cue cards choked up in my throat. Blue glitter Mackenzie was throwing clogging up my lungs with little anxieties, quicker than the butterflies that once nestled there. "Wait, that wasn't the third rule, Mackenzie!"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." Mackenzie's eyes widened when he noticed my discomfort, his hands quickly coming out of the little pockets in his booty shorts to rest on my shoulders. "But, if you're not comfortable with it you totally don't have to do it."

I contemplated his words. I had never been uncomfortable in the past; if anything I was the one instigating action. This wasn't me... Gosh, come back confident (mainly because of being horny) Wren!