Chapter 4

Blue's POV

"Ew, you put peanut butter on top of your Ice Cream?" I asked, feeling disgusted by her choice of toppings. Grace puts a scoop of peanut butter on top of her Vanilla Ice Cream.

I have never seen people put weird combinations on their Ice Cream.

"It's good to me and It's not like you're eating it." She shrugs, sticking a spoon full in her mouth.

I shrugged simply, putting a spoon full of Cookie Dough Ice Cream In my mouth. Grace sticks her spoon in my Ice Cream, taking a full scoop of it.

I gasp, looking down at my now half-eaten Ice Cream. "Don't steal my Ice Cream! Eat your disgusting one." I glared at her and she gave me an innocent smile.

"Yours looked good when you were eating it." She pouted at me while scooping some more of my Ice Cream.

"So any boy's you have an eye on?" I asked and Grace looked down at her now half-melted Ice Cream.

"I have liked this boy for a very long time, but I don't know if he notices me when I send him signals."

"Seems like you are trying very hard to notice you."

"You have no idea." She laughs in a bitter tone.

"What is he like?" I nibbled on my Cookie Dough.

She looks outside at the pinkish-orange sky in a daze. "He's so smart and kind, I love his blue eyes every time he blinks a wave crashes into them. Sometimes when he thinks real hard he starts to twitch his nose. I like spending time with him, but I don't think he is really into me."

"He sounds perfect. Why don't you tell him? You know you will never know unless you try." I encouraged her to confess this feeling for this guy. I don't like her being so confused about someone.

"Yeah, but it's safe not to tell him until I fully understand what he feels about me." She gets up to throw her bowl away. I want to help her so badly, but I don't want to intrude on her love life.

I was cut off my thoughts by someone calling my name and I turned around to face the person I didn't want to see right now.

Zack smiles, inviting himself to sit down next to me. He had one those annoying smirks on his face.

"Don't you have better things to do than to stalk me?" I grumble at him and he rests his hand on his cheek while staring at me.

I raised a brow at him as to why he was staring at me like I'm the most interesting person in the world. "What are you looking at?"

"You" He replied breathlessly. "You're so different and I like that about you."

"So original like anyone told me that before."

People tell me this all the time that I was different from everyone in my grade. I don't want to be like anyone I want to be me.

"I'm serious, something about you gives me the urge to have you." He said in a flat tone while eyeing me still.

My face started to flush. Why am I reacting to a cheesy line he just told me?

"Is that a blush on your face?" He asks in a surprised voice and I cover my face so he couldn't see my bright face.

"I'm not gay." I said simply to him and he eye's me up and down.

"You say that, but people don't always know what they are until that someone makes you feel something that you never felt before. Example A your blushing by my comment."

"Are you questioning my sexuality?"

"No, it's not all about being gay and theirs a word called bisexual."

I huff at his comment that he's' trying to question my sexuality. "So you're just some Fortune Teller that is trying to figure out my sexuality?" I cocked a brow at him.

"If a Fortune Teller that wants to figure out our future together then sure." My breath hitch and my face started to heat up again. Stupid emotions that's trying to take over my body.

"Blushing again." He teased while laughing that he can get this reaction out of me.

"S-shut up." I groaned.

He tilts my chin up so that I was looking into his hazel eyes. "I'll have you one way or another, even if I have to ask you every day to agree to go out with me, then I will." He lets go of my chin then gets up, walking away with a smirk.

"What was that?" Grace questions me as she walks up to me slowly.

I have no words to explain for what just happened. "I don't know."

"I'm home!" I scream from the living room, then place my backpack on the floor by the door. Grace was mad at me again for some reason. I didn't even do anything!

I'm still confused about what happened today. What if he said back there was true? Like he said it's not just liking only boys.

I never have feelings for anyone except for a girl, but that was a long time ago. Could I like girls and boys?

I walked into the kitchen where my sister was practicing drawing her name and my mom was cooking.

"Hey Blue, did you apologize to Grace as I told you to?" She said going straight to the point. I sat down next to Violet without getting a hello or how was your day at school?

"Yes, and she is mad at me again."

She places her wooden spoon down on the table, turning around to glare at me. What did I do now?

I did what she told me to do and now I'm back to being mad at again. "What did you do now to make her upset Blue?" She frowned at me that I made her upset again.

"I didn't do anything to upset her! I promise mom." I defended myself so she won't throw the wooden spoon at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sometimes she is so confusing with her emotions."

"Maybe if you would sit down and talk to her about what she is feeling then you wouldn't be so confused." She told me before picking up her wooden spoon again.

Why do I have to know every single detail of what she is feeling? If she wants to tell me then she can come to me and we can talk about it.

"Blue!" Violet said, getting my attention and I turned to her so I could get my full attention on my little sister.

"Yes?"

"Can you help me write my name? My name too is too long." She pouted and I looked down at her paper, taking her pencil to write her name.

'V-I-O-L-E-T' I wrote down her name perfectly. "Make sure your letters are together and not crooked."

"How did you do that?" She asked me.

I started to write down her name in polka-dot form so it would be easier for her to write her name. I push the paper in front of her. "You trace your name."

She nodded tracing her name, following the polka dots that I drew. She pulls the paper in front of me. "Like this?" She asked me.

I nodded, making her squeal. "Thanks, Blue!"

"Make sure you keep practicing, so you won't need my help." I told her and she nodded, continuing to write her name down. Her E was backward this time. She is only 4 so I expect that from her.

I couldn't concentrate on my homework for anything. Grace won't pick up any of my calls and me being confused still.

I never felt this way towards a boy before. I had a crush on a girl in middle school, but she moved away before I could confess my feelings to her.

Ever since then I couldn't like anyone else.

I wish I had someone I could sit down and talk about this with, but I don't and it's so annoying to have everyone thinking about themselves. I want to be asked How am I feeling or Is something bothering me? No, I have to be the person to ask those questions.

Everything does not involve Grace and I have been so patient and supportive of her.

I threw all my things on the ground, groaning in my hands. Why do things have to be so complicated in my life?