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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Blue Thoughts



            Summer sunlight flickered through the trees above them. Her hand was in his, warm and soft. Her nails were chipping and painted in reflection of her usual quirkiness. The thumb had been blue with yellow stars stamped on, but now it only had one star in a small patch of shining color. Her hair was floating freely, too. It washed against his shoulder in a light breeze. Her face was turned away from him, but he could still make out the color of one eye. It was brown, with a ring of green close to the center. And her skin was tanned, but smooth, with a dusting of barely visible freckles. He wondered vaguely if she had Scottish or Irish blood in her. It would account for her hair color and some of her temperament at least.
            As though she could feel his attention on her, she turned to look him right in the eye, smiling brilliantly. He felt the moment rise, expectations pressing against the back of his eyes, feelings crowding to his tongue like it was a life raft, but he had no words that would adequately describe his jumbled thoughts. She didn't even seem to notice his dilemma. In another moment she had turned away and was saying something about the weather, or the garden, or how her brother would really love this place, or maybe she was explaining how she would be heading back to boarding school soon.
            Elliot had never really thought of himself as the type to have a school boy crush. The fact of the matter was, he hadn't really thought about liking anyone in a long time. Maybe when he was young enough, before his parents died. Maybe when he was still in elementary school and most of the other boys had been avoiding girls because of their coodies. He wasn't sure, couldn't remember. But it still remained. He had never expected to find himself in this position. Ever.
            There was a knock at his door and he scrambled to stuff the small ribbon, bright blue like the sky had been that day, into his pocket, or behind him, before the door opened all the way. Lily was standing there, frowning at him. Her eyes were sharp and always had been. She stood there a moment, not speaking, just casting her suspicious gaze around his room. When her attention finally returned to him it was with some impatience and annoyance.
            "Mom's going to be late tonight. As usual. So I'm going to make dinner. Is there anything you'd prefer?" she asked in a sullen tone. Elliot couldn't understand why she was so upset. After all, they had just spent the majority of their summer in the presence of her boyfriend, Matt, and soon they'd be returning to school where she'd see him all day.
            "Yeah," he said after some careful consideration. "I'd like a meat lover’s pizza with extra cheese, mushrooms, olives, and pineapples."
            Her face suffused with color at this and she slammed his door without even commenting. She had been a vegetarian since he'd met her some eight years back and nothing had changed. Unless one counted an increase in her angry defense of harmed animals.
            It didn't matter, though. He would order the pizza himself later. In the mean time... Sophia Piper. She was out of his reach now. Her parents had driven her to school two days ago so that she would have time to get settled. Thomas had gone too, which was also a pity, although not as great a one as Sophie's escape. He had really meant to tell her how he felt before she left. Because it had to mean something that he always wanted to be around her, to hang out with her, even if he was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to no one. It had to mean something that she had heard about his parents and shown just the right amount of sympathy and understanding so that he wasn't overwhelmed with pity. It had to mean something that she could be as childish and as adult as she wanted, and bring these things out in him. It had to mean something that her whole family just welcomed him with open arms as though he was as much a rightful member of it as she was.
            But no, he had chickened out at the last minute. That day, under the tree... Her mother had arrived to pick her up moments later and she had scampered off after giving him a hug that was more enthusiasm than accurate. She had been gone for a good five minutes, and he had sat there thinking for those five minutes, before he'd noticed the blue hair ribbon that had slipped free and now lay in the grass beside him. It was satiny and smelled faintly of grass and the shampoo she used. Of course, if he kept running it through his fingers, the smell wouldn't last, but the important part was that it was a reminder of Sophie, the Sophie he'd known.
            People change, and he knew that quite well. In one moment they could become something completely foreign. So it was important that he remember what she had been, how she had made him feel, in case she wasn't the same when they next met. Oh, but he hoped she was the same. He wasn't sure how he was going to last an entire year of school before he saw her again. Maybe he'd be able to visit the Piper house for the holidays, though. That might be nice. As long as she returned. He got along well enough with Jean, but Mat was not his favorite person no matter the facade he put on for Lily's benefit. He hadn't really gotten to know any of the other Pipers. It would be awkward to be at her family home without her there. It would seem so much more empty.
            "Elliot, dinner!!" Lily shouted from downstairs. She sounded just about angry enough to have poisoned him, but he knew better than to tempt her further. If he didn't come running she would hunt him down.

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