Harmony

Chapter 5

As I stroll toward the buses, I see Violet and wave. She walks over and leads me over to her hummer. Her driver opens the door for us, and, for some reason, she elbows and winks at Violet. We all get in, and she starts to drive.

"Oh, Emily, this is Phoenix. Phoenix, this is my best friend Emily," Violet introduces me.

"What's popping?" Emily says.

"Brand new whip just hopped in," I reply.

She laughs. "You're funny. I'll give you that. So, tell me about yourself, Phoenix."

"Well, I'm new at Eastwood, I play football, play the violin, sing, skateboard, and cook. I live with my mom and my fellow triplets, Hestia, and Apollo."

And I'm gay. But that's a secret even my brothers don't know.

"Interesting..." Emily replies.

5 minutes later...

We arrive at this two-story mansion with a massive stone drive-way. As we approached the mansion, I couldn't help but hold my breath as I took in its magnificence. The gates protecting the home were made of shiny black stone and the mansion made of polished white rock. Marble statues stood tall and mighty by the entrance, and I couldn't seem to take my eyes from the brilliant details on them. 

"Wow..." I say in awe as we get out of the limo.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Violet says with a dejected sigh.

We walk inside of this beautifully lit home, and Violet leads me up a spiral ivory staircase. We get to what I suppose is her room, and once again I'm in awe. It's got a beautiful lavender aesthetic with satin sheets and pillows. There are stained glass windows, cheer trophies, and instead of a television, this girl has a whole projector. 

I set my stuff down and sit on her bed. "So, I guess we have to spill our secrets, huh?" Violet says as she sits beside me. "Yeah," I reply as I gaze into her eyes. I really look into them. Something inside feels warm and fuzzy. For a mere second, I feel our hands touch, which sends electric pulses through my body. But as soon as this sweet moment started, it ended. She pulled her hand away quickly and turned her head. Is she blushing?

I fall back onto Earth. "Well, I'm an open book. Ask me anything," I say with a smile.

We started asking each other questions back and forth. Turns out we're pretty similar, and Violet's actually chill. We talked about our favorite books, artists, hobbies, and all sorts of stuff. I braided her hair, we even ordered food (her treat), and we raided her dad's liquor cabinet. And then she asks me a much deeper query.

"Have you ever..." She hesitates. "Have you felt like you weren't truly living? Like you're on the outside looking in? Like someone's living your life for you?"

I pause; pondering this question. "Strangely enough, yeah." I glance at the blonde. She is so close. I notice that she's staring at my lips as she edges closer to me. I slowly shut my eyes, and our lips collide. I melt into the passionate kiss, smudging her cherry lipgloss just a little. As our lips crashed together, I felt like I was walking on the clouds. Never in my life have I felt more alive than at this very moment.  Eventually, we pull away for air.

"I am so, so, so sorry. You're the only one who knows what I am. And I get it if you're straight-" I cut her off. 

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Huh?"

"Look, I'm a skater, I'm a singer, violinist, football player, an asshole," she giggles at that last part before I continue. "All sorts of things. But straight isn't one of them."

"This doesn't mean anything though, Jones," she said with a flustered face.

I laughed. "Sure thing, Fergie."