Ch 7. Oh gosh. That was painful. So yesterday me and Dylan flew back to her house and then I flew back here for dinner. It took around two hours. I can’t fly very well. Also it HURTS to fly. I don’t know why I agreed. Dylan had to carry me! I lift my head from my pillow. Our bedroom looks really nice in the morning, the fixture on the ceiling makes rainbows dance across the room. Today we don’t have much to do. Olly and Onyx are already up. I can hear them eating their cereal. It's so loud! How can I even hear that? Someone knocks on the door. I immediately pretend to fall asleep, they come in anyway. “Hey sweets, you awake?” It's my mom. Of COURSE it is. “Wanna come down for food?” I fling my blanket aside and grab a sweater. It has pink stars on it. I tug it on. Great, I look like a fiver year old /and/ its itchy. We march downstairs. The whole time I can still hear my siblings eating and bickering. Finally I get to sit down! Mom pours me a bowl of Frosted Flakes. I start munching happily, watching as Olly tries to hit Onyx with a spoon. Onyx is glowing light red, so he’s pretty annoyed. Olly yells, “You’re as useful as a pair of shoes while flying!” I nearly spit my milk out. What does that even mean? Like you still need shoes right? Well I guess Dylan doesn't wear shoes… WAIT. Dylan. Doesn’t. Wear. Shoes. Okayyy. Gah! I really need to not think about her today. Dad comes out from the corner of the room, he’s holding something behind his back. “Shush kids! Omi, I have a gift for you!” Oh what could this possibly be? He unfurls a lesbian pride flag. Yay. That was sarcastic. I get up to take it from him, “Thanks so much dad!” —---------------------------------------------------------------------- Me, Onyx and Olly are hanging up the pride flag. We hear a knock on the door downstairs. Onyx rushes to get it, dropping the flag. “Really Onyx!?!?” I reach down to get it. Onyx rushes back upstairs, with-who is that?- oh Dylan. Great. I invite her in. Now we’re all sitting in a circle on the rug. I start blushing. I hear Onyx’s voice in my head, ‘You have such bad taste in girls’ He lets that sink in. “Like you have any better.” I mumble. This is awkward. Just then Dylan speaks up, “ You get home okay?” ‘Yeah’, I think back. “My body still hurts tho, I’m not built for flying.” I look around the room, the random things strewn about, the word lopsided dresser in the corner. I notice how my bed is unmade. I look down, I’m still wearing that little girl sweater. I get up to put on my usual yellow sweat shirt. I look much better. “Wanna go shopping?” Olly suggests. “With what mone-” Onyx starts to say. “Mine.” Dylan just raises her hand and produces a wad of cash, we all gape at her. “I guess we’re going shopping.”
Sorry for the long wait! not a very interesting chapter... Zoom-in by @colorsnatch
