Page 13 of Shattered

Sort of.

Me: Blue. But there are so many different shades.

Sunflower: I would say they’re on the lighter side of blue.

Me: Now I just need your hair color.

My attention keeps shifting between Jason and my phone. Like him, I'm tethered between that high she gives me and the reality I'm stuck in, somewhere between floating and having my feet planted on the ground.

Sunflower: Well, it’s not black, brown, or red.

I snicker behind my hand at her non-answer answer.

Me: I might need a picture.

Sunflower: Don’t worry. You’ll see me one day :)

My heart skips a beat. God, I wish I could see her right now.

Me: I can’t wait.

Sunflower: So, what are you up to?

I sigh before typing my reply.

Me: I think I’m babysitting Jason right now.

Sunflower: What do you mean?

Me: He’s taken something, and I’m a little concerned. It’s not the first time, but still.

Sunflower: Really? Like drugs? Is he okay?

I appreciate her concern for my friends, but I don’t want her to worry too much. It’s just a tough time for him, and I’m sure he’ll be fine. I look up at him again.

I think.

Me: It was a pill to make himself feel better. I think he’ll be okay. I’ll just hang out at his place to make sure.

A minute passes when I don’t get a reply from her, and I start chewing on my thumbnail, waiting. Finally, after a little while, my phone dings.

Sunflower: Do you take anything like that?

I frown at my phone. We’ve been talking long enough that she should know I don’t. She knows I’m not into alcohol, either.

Me: Never.

Sunflower: Promise me you’ll never go down that path.

Me: I promise.

Sunflower: Thank you :)

Me: What are you doing right now?

Leaning back in the chair, I snag a cookie from the bag after all and nibble on the edge.

Sunflower: I’m actually getting ready to go for a waxing.

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