Tangled In Blue

Sweet Distraction

BLUE’S POV

After my bittersweet chat with Corbyn, I found it difficult to fall asleep.

He was on my mind and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why. Believe me, I tried to forcefully remove him but he just wouldn’t budge. He was stuck on replay like your favorite song. I kept seeing his face every time I closed my eyes-scratch that-I even saw his face when my eyes were wide open.

He had engraved himself into my heart just like one of my tattoos. My mind was plagued by the sharp planes of his too-beautiful face and hot body. His sun-kissed golden skin, which brought out his enigmatic green eyes, that lit up whenever he laughed or smiled. His perfect lips. His soft but captivating voice that could calm a tempest. Well, it sure did put to rest the storms that sometimes raged inside of me...

I skimmed over the text messages again and couldn’t help but smile... He was so sweet...and innocent...

Which is why I had to curb my feelings for him. I had to keep them tightly reined in because there would be dire consequences if I let them loose.

I’d have to tell him the truth, and telling the truth entailed telling him everything and there was no way I would ever let that happen.

“What should I do Sia?” I turned to the image on the large poster on my wall. “Or maybe this is one for Wendy?” I shifted my gaze to the one of Wendy James. I know she was way before my time but I loved her. Thanks to my mom of cos.

Sia, Wendy James, and Kyle Kinley...my three most favorite artists in this entire world.

“But this one is probably for you Kyle. You’re the one with the golden heart.” I walked over to the banner and put my hand over my idol’s bare chest and sighed.

It sucks when you can’t have what you want. Especially when you know it’s within your grasp...

One flip of the switch and I retraced my steps back to the bed, quietly slipping under the covers again.

Things were better as they were.

They had to be...

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Monday morning dawned with air so crisp I was awake before my alarm, awake to a knockdown gorgeous day. “Good morning America!” prattled a cheery voice on the kitchen counter radio.

Today was going to be a good day.

“AJ! Please hurry or the school bus is going to leave you!” There was a school bus that picked him up and dropped him off every day. Which made things so much easier for me.

“Coming LJ!”

AJ dashed into the room and crammed his lunchbox in his bag, along with his books just as the vehicle pulled up outside the gate.

Now that AJ was gone I jumped into my car and went to pick up Corbyn. For some reason, my heart was racing as I wiped my sweaty palms on my ripped jeans.

I swung my Jeep into his driveway and honked.

He emerged a few seconds later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that outlined his physiques. his green eyes piercing. His muscular frame making me warm from the inside out.

“Good morning cookie.” His grin was infectious I didn’t have the heart to tell him not to call me that like I usually did.

“Good morning Pookie.′ I shot back.

“Pookie?!” He pulled his face in disgust. “It’s a now for me.”

“Really snookums? I think I quite like it. It suits you.” This light banter was one of the things I like most about him.

“Staahp! Please-I’m begging you!” He clutched his chest in mock agony

“On one condition...”

“Oh no...there goes my life..” he groaned dramatically.

Shaking my head, I stared at the steering wheel. “It’s just a small favor...” I said as I pinched my thumb and index fingers together. “A tiny, tinsy, little favor.”

“Now I know you’re lying.”

“Our lead guitarist and sometimes lead singer-is down with the flu, so-”

“No.”

“Please Coleman...I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t in a fix-you know that-”

“I can’t Blue.”

“Why?!”

“I just can’t!” he exclaimed as I turned the car into the school parking lot.

“Please?! I’m begging you...” I pleaded as I killed the engine

“Blue you know how I feel about live performances.”

“But this will be perfect practice Coleman. You need to get over your stage fright at some point. You’re an aspiring artist that I know is going to make it big one day. Even Kyle thinks so-he even wrote in on your t-shirt.” I shut the car door and walked up to him.

“No he didn’t,” he replied as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“Okay, I didn’t want to do this but..Solid?”I stopped in the crowded hallway and pulled him into an empty classroom.

He groaned and rubbed his head. “You can’t do this to me Laura-Jane.”

“I have it on very good authority that a very prominent talent-scout is going to be there, so I need this to be perfect. Well almost...” I paused and let it sink in. “So I really need your help, Coleman. Please??” My eyes implored him, possibly searching for some kind of assurance that he was going to have my back.

“I know I’m going to regret this but...when is band practice?

I gave a high-pitched squeal of excitement as I threw my arms around him, almost squeezing the life out of him. "Thank you! Thank you! You're the best!" 

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered as he peeled my arms off him just as the first bell went off, announcing the beginning of lessons. 

"I meet you at lunch."

"You're skipping class?"

"I have to. Got some stuff to do," I rushed off and bumped into Steve.

His face lit up when our eyes met before I pushed him against a locker and gave him a kiss that left him breathless and blushing.

He was a good distraction. He was sweet and best of all he was safe. There was no way I would get attached to a guy like him and that's exactly what I was gunning for.