Short stories

"Carefree singing"

I didn't even notice he was there.

I was in my room playing YouTube on my computer and singing to the songs, probably a bit to loud. I was so caught up in it that I didn't hear the front door open and close and the footsteps walking down the hall.

After one of my songs, I turned around and my eyes widened. "How long have you been standing there?!" I demanded and he laughed. "Long enough to hear your beautiful voice," he replied with a grin and I blushed lightly then paused the song after it auto played the next song. I ran my fingers through my short, red, pixie cut that I got recently. "Did I ever mention that you look hot with that hair cut?" He asked, almost absently. I turned to him with wide eyes and red cheeks only to see the same expression on his face. Did he not realize he said that? "Uh- thanks," I said and turned to the computer again. Suddenly my purple fairy wings bursted out of my back and through the back of my shirt, tearing it and making two big holes where the wings came from. They flapped gently, tearing the small amount of fabric that was between the two holes and exposing my back. "Y-your shirt is kinda um-" he started to say as I got up and grabbed a custom shirt from a small pile on the floor and turned away from him. "I know, just close your eyes," I muttered as I took off the rest of my shirt and pulled on the custom one, carefully putting my wings through the slits in the back. I looked down at my torn shirt and sighed. "I actually liked that one," I mumbled. My wings usually come out whenever I have strong emotions, such as anger, love, embarrassment or jealousy. I sighed again and turned to him. He opened his eyes, his cheeks bright red. "Thanks for not being a pervert for once," I joked and he chuckled nervously.