Her Broken Rainbow

Anything but Ordinary

 “To walk within the lines

Would make my life so boring

I want to know that I 

Have been to the extreme”

~Anything but Ordinary 

Avril Lavigne

Shyne and I got ready in my room, since I had the bigger bathroom and vanity in my room. She decided on her red silk dress that goes to just above her knees. She is shaped like me, except she was always naturally skinny. For the longest time we were before and after photos for weight loss add’s. She had on a pair of strappy stilettos that matched. Her raven hair was down to the middle of her back and curled in big beach curls. I was dressed in black skinny jeans and a jade green off the shoulder, long sleeve, crop top. I had my belly button pierced along with two helix piercings on each ear and my nose on the left side. Currently I had matching black titanium rings in all of them. I had on my favorite black DC skater shoes and my hair was cut short to just above my shoulders in a longer pixie cut. I put pomade into my hair and gave it a slight spike at the ends with my straightener. My sister was always good with makeup, she used neutral colors and was always done to perfection. I on the other hand only used eye liner, shadow and mascara. I have a great complexion and skin tone, no need for foundation or blush. I use a forest green and blend it into a lime green at the inner corners of my eyes. I add my onyx black liner and wing it at the other ends. Finishing with some mascara to curl my already naturally long lashes and everything just pops. The green really brings out the hazel and green in my eyes. My sister has my mom’s green eyes and I got a little bit of both parents. Our dad was never around so it’s not like I’d know. We were ready with about 20 minutes to spare before the uber would arrive. Together we head down the stairs as Anthony comes out of my sister’s room. He’s wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Ok he’s pretty hot for a dude, I’ll give him props. Shyne walks over to the cabinet in the kitchen that has the liquor stashed inside. We have a few pre-party shots to warm up. I don’t drink much so more than likely this will be all I have. I do however smoke the green plant of happiness. I know, I’m a get high type but who cares. It’s the 21 century and we need to calm the f**k down in life. I think if everyone who could smoke did, this world would be more peaceful and f*****g calm the s**t out. My sister’s phone chirps to tell us the uber has arrived so we collect our stuff and head out. I grabbed my secret stash from the closet by the door. I pre-rolled a few joints beforehand and planned to smoke in the back with the girls. It was a 45 minute drive through highlands ranch until we arrived at a big white walled, red trimmed house. The front food was bright red like the trim and there was a big garden of stones and flowers of all types that formed in a spiral out front covering most of the yard. Alaria has been my best friend since middle school. She was there through my chubby stage and stayed after I hatched into a beautiful butterfly. Her family is pretty well off and live in the ritzy area of highlands ranch. Their home is massive compared to my 4 bedroom quiet little middle class type. 

We walk through and go straight to the kitchen. I fix Shyne and Anthony a couple of mixed drinks. I watch too much of the Tipsy Bartender on youtube. She likes my twisted sunrise. I made some changes to what I’ve seen and combined a few things together. We head out back and I go in search of my lovely Ladies. Alaria is over off to the right opposite the pool talking animatedly with our friends, Zoe and Shayla. “What are you yelling about over here?” I ask, plopping down in a chair next to her. 

“We were laughing about “two minute” Tony. Did you know he hooked up with Lizbeth at the last party?” Oh that’s wrong. You see, Tony got his nickname from Alaria. Who had a huge crush on him up until she actually got him naked and he tapped out after two minutes of uncomfortable awkward s*x. Alaria spread the name around, claiming she didn’t even and I quote “feel anything” he was so small. He lasted 2 minutes and was out the door another 2 minutes later. Her crush disappeared and we’ve been laughing at his expense ever since. “Wow, are you serious?” I’m sure my face was blatantly disgusted. Lizbeth is just as bad, I’ve heard she’s looser than a hair tie after years of over use. I’ve also heard she has several weird and disgusting fetishes that will not be named out loud or in my head ever. Yuck. 

“Well I mean I think it’s a match made in heaven. She can’t feel anything anymore and apparently he doesn’t have to make contact to get off so I say let them be.” Zoe says casually. We all laugh and Shay nudges my side, “Shhh look guys, who the f**k is that?” I turn in the direction she’s looking at and be still my beating heart. The deliciously sexy man in front of me is a GOD. Tall, broad shoulders, biceps for days, lean and abs all wrapped up in a tight dark red shirt and fit like a glove black jeans with an ass that would make your mouth water. Never in all my teenage hormonal life have I ever had this reaction. I felt a ball of lust form deep in my pelvic region and may have dampened my panties a little. I leaned forward with my arms on my knees and my chin resting on my hands. What I wouldn’t do to get that man alone for just an hour or twelve. Just cause I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize. Mr. tall dark and sexy god is holding a cup, probably beer or something, he’s looking around but his face is slightly away from me. He turns in our direction and I finally get to see his face fully, it’s him. It’s the cosplayer from this morning. Omg he’s even better out of costume. Dear Cheesus, someone get me a fan to cool myself down. Is it hot in here or is it just me?  His eyes connect with mine and I see possible confusion and then recognition. He smiles and waves, I lift my hand in acknowledgement. The girls gasp and glance between him and I with shock. “You wanna tell us who and how you know my future baby daddy?” Shay leans into me and says quietly. 

The girls all lean in closer to hear my response. “Skylar and I just met him this morning. I drew him at the convention when I was slumming Dtown.” I pulled out my phone and showed them the picture of my drawing. I always take a picture of each one so I can keep a copy. But I never keep the original. That belongs to the subject themselves. 

“Miss Raenn, fancy running into you again. Thanks again for the art, my mom fell in love with it and won't give it back.” He says smoothly, that voice I tell ya. He had sauntered over to us, taking the seat to my left. “Well thank you for the compliment. What brings you here? Friend of the host?” This was Alaria’s party as well as her brother Nick’s. 

“Nick and I played football together in high school.” Yeah I wouldn’t know, never watched football and Nick was a grade ahead of us so I didn’t really pay attention to his friend group. I nod and pull out my little joint box from my pocket. “Do you smoke or mind if we smoke a joint?” I ask him. 

“Are you driving home or did you catch an uber?” He asked. “We got an uber. I don’t drink much, I just smoke.” He slowly nods then squints his eyes a little as if he was thinking of something. I mock his look and squint right back at him, making him smile and shake his head. “I’m good, you go ahead. I’m driving tonight.” 

So he’s sexy as hell and follows the laws. Well another star on the board for him. I spark up a joint and pass it to Zoe. I introduced Skylar and we all sat and talked for a bit. Skylar ended up getting called over by some friends I assume and we continue to smoke and chill. “Has anyone else noticed Mr. Delicious hasn’t stopped glancing over at Rae since he walked away?” Alaria casually mentions. I dare a peek in his direction and sure s**t he’s looking right at me. We make eye contact and I feel a blush glide over my cheeks and neck. “Shut up, he’s just looking around.” Trying hard to play it off before these bitches start in on me. “Yeah right.” Zoe says with an incredulous look on her face. 

I glance over at him one more time only to see he’s still looking straight at me, a look of something I can’t quite decipher. We hold eye contact for who knows how long before I feel a bony finger in my side. “Whatcha looking at Rae?” My sister’s voice sounds close to my ear, making me jump. “N-Nothing.” 

Ugh, smooth one Rae. She gives me this you're not fooling me face and I start to fidget a little. Desperate to change the subject I hold up the second joint we started and offer it to Shyne. “You want a hit?” She greedily snatches it out of my hand and starts puffing away. That’s one big thing we have in common, pot heads. We sat for a long while just laughing together and reminiscing on the good old days. “Shyne and Anthony are like the perfect couple you know, guys.” Zoe has this perfect scenario in her head on what her dream life is going to be like, the one problem is finding that dream guy to go with the dream life. She’s the hopeless romantic type with high standards and won't settle for less attitude. 

“We’re not perfect but we make it work.” Modest as always Shyne just brushes it off. “There’s someone perfect for you out there Zoe, you just have to wade through the muck until you find him.” 

“If he looks anything like Rae’s Mr. Too hot to handle, then I’m all for waiting.” Shay snorts out. I roll my eyes and unconsciously search the crowd for him. I’m starting to feel tired and am weighing out the decision of staying a little longer or going home when someone takes the seat to my left. 

“Hey, having fun?” His voice seeps into me like lotion for my soul. I turn and lock eyes with him and feel electricity move through my nerves. I didn’t realize I was staring until he chuckles low and his fingers glide over my cheek. Snapping out of it I scrub my hands on my pants because they’re suddenly a little clammy. “Uh, yeah a blast.” I smile at him a little shyly.

“You wanna get out of here and get some food?” The best thing anyone can ever ask me in my life, you wanna get food. Uh yes! I nod my head, he stands and offers his hand and I take it. I hand the joint to Shay and tell them to finish it. After saying our goodbyes we head to the front and he leads me to his car. A gorgeous red Chevy Mustang. Orgasmicly sexy and fits him to a T. He opens my door so I can climb in then goes around to the driver side and gets in, starting the car up. “Have you been drinking tonight?” I ask a little on guard. I don’t condone drinking or smoking and driving, it’s risky and dangerous. You could cost someone their life and take an innocent loved one from their family. It’s never ok to do that ever, it's not ok to drink and smoke underage either. Do as I say, not as I do. He smirks at me, “I told you I had to drive. Can't be putting such precious cargo at risk. Plus I had to have a good reason to be the one to take you home.” 

It just rolls so casually off his tongue like that was an acceptable answer, but why would he have stayed sober to drive ME home. “You didn’t drink because you knew I was going to need a ride home? I thought you said it was because you had to drive, meaning driving yourself to your home.” I’m slightly taken aback by the fact that he did this for me. To make sure I got home safely. Well then, this looks promising. 

“Yup.” He says, popping the p. “Originally I planned on taking one of the guest rooms at Nick’s but seeing you there I figured you’d need a ride at some point.” I just nod my head like it made sense. I know other guys could have treated me this way but I’ve never given anyone the chance. I’m too independent to be able to accept someone taking care of me and worrying about me this way. I mean my family does for sure but this was different. This was surprisingly comforting. We arrived at a diner somewhere in centennial. Sky gets out and is at my side before I can even unbuckle, opening my door and offering me his hand. Taking his hand, he leads us into the diner and looks around. A cute little 17 year old girl walks up to us and asks how many. She gives Sky a big flirtatious smile but he doesn’t reciprocate it as brightly as she did. Tammy, as her name tag reads, drops her smile just a bit and looks down at our hands. I hadn’t even realized we were still holding hands but it makes me smirk at her when she finally meets my eyes. Her smile still in place but not as excited, she shows us to our table, hands us menus and glides off to her post.