Flipped - Ch. 3

(Moralitys Pov.)

Finished. I tied the bracelet around my hand, calculating a total of 37, on each arm. I had to be careful, once I hit forty the temptress over there will tell me to at least take off twenty.

I huffed at the thought, then blushed as I realized I was staring at her. I turn around quickly. I glance back, Arian and E talking to eachother.

Everyone pronounces the fashionistas name r-e-en, but she pronounces it r-i-on. Yet, it is spelled Arian. It is a bit complicated.

I think it is kind of cool how she adds her own little twist in her name when she says it out loud, and pretty funny when she gets mad that we say her name, 'wrong.' I chuckle to myself as I think about it.

I smile, looking up at the two near the counter. Then my smile drops, watching as their figures move further away from me. I want to reach out to them, but I don't. Feeling the dread. I blink, smiling again. Feeling my squeezed chest loosening a bit as I look around the livingroom. It was just in my head. I shake the lonely feelings away, still smiling.

It is ok. I say to myself. I am fine.

~<$>~

(Anxiety Pov.)

I open my eyes, guilt creeping into me.

I should not have tryed that.

Im on my back, on the floor of the livingroom. Dede and Treta behind me on the couch, talking. De looks down at me, noticing my mild spacing out.

"You ok down there Z?" I blink at her question, then look up at her, a grin on my face.

"Awe, do I hear you caring about me?" I say with a chuckle.

De rolls her eyes, ignoring me now.

I drop my smile, staring back up at the ceiling.

I really should not do that again. I say to myself. I could feel the uneasyness wash over her as I slightly brushed against her. I raise my arms, looking at my fingers and hands.

Why cant I simply glance over a should without hurting them? A ssigh escapes my lips before I could stop it, causing the other two to look at me.

"Hey, whats up your butt?" Treta smiles, one eye brow raised.

My eyes roll, an unpleasant chill layering my skin at her remark.

"You know how we clise are eyes and go into that mind void area were we can see what a person is doing?" I ask them, in a question like tone.

They nod, Treta's face saying, 'yeah? What about it?' Wanting me to get to the point. But de, somehow, already figuring it out.

"Did they feel your presence?" She says in concern.

Now Treta looks at me with a bit of worry and anger.

"Be careful! What if they had realized you were spying?" De's tone sharp.

I sit up on my elebows, returning the frown directed at me.

"Whats the big deal anyway?" I say, turning my head. Then in almost a mumble, "they most likly do it too, we all know about that area."

"Still. If they know, or even think they feel a presence, they will be suspicious. And what happens if they think that we are up to somthing? They will spy over us and risk the possibility of them finding out our secrets!"

I sigh.

"Sorry de," I mumble, turning away.

They lean back into the couch, the moment of tenseness drifting away as they continue talking. Now making googly eyes at eachother. Ew. I tilt my head away from the veiw in disgust. I get up, brushing away imaginary dust from my vest before tucking my hands away into my pockets.

I walk around the brown sofa, knocking my elebow into de's shoulder as I pass. She looks at me, mad that I interupted their make out or whatever. I dont care.

"Font be mad at me that you don't have a girlfriend!" De says before turning away, hiding a grin.

I turn to her. "I dont want a!-" I sigh, irritated. And de knows this. A chuckle escaping her yellow lips, satisfied with the little revenge she spat at me. I on the other hand turned into the hallway, rushing into my room and slaming the door behind me.

I sloutch in my desk chair, pulling out my notebook from my drawer and pen. Writing fast, trying to rid of the burning rock inside my chest that some call rage.

"Ugh!" I huff, taking a deep brethe to calm my rising nerves. "She knows im straight! Yet they love just pushing their romance right in my face and all their 'little jokes.'"

My deep breathing finally calms my unnoticed shaking arms and firey emotions. Holding onto a small rubber ball, I silently move in my hand as the other writes, calming me further. What am I writing? Im not even sure.

~<$>~

(Cold Temptress Pov.)

To say the least, I was mildly surprised that I was able to enjoy a conversation with our dear ecstatic friend. Usually her energy was too much and her conversations... not to my liking, so when we had a decent chat this mourning it was an apleasing change.

However... I did notice somthing odd about the sweet shy creature we call Minty. Her aura, if not for just a breif second, changed. I noticed her body froze as her eyes kind of, stared off somwhere for a moment. Odd.

I put that aside, it was awhile ago anyway. Maybe i'll talk to her about it.

Arian suddenly was in my veiw, walking out of the hallway with the boerd game she said she was getting.

Minty clapped her hands in excitment, then blushed, looking down as she realized my staring.

What a shy girl.

Minty got dressed a bit ago, in her normal everyday clothes, same as I.

She wore a pink sweater now, colors laced in when it was knitted, a slightly different shade of pink on her scarff that wrapped around her neck. Her beige pants covered her legs to her ankles, the color also latched on the bag like purse that hung over her shoulder, the bag itself on the opposite side of the shoulder the stral layed on, low by her waist. Her hair was now tucked into the scarf, but kind of fluffy, all but a lock that hang at full lengths veiw.

She always looked good in her outfit.

Arian tho...

...

"Hay, I know your an alien but please come back to earth, ok?" Arian said, waving her hands in my face.

"Right, sorry." I reply, watching her walk to Minty. A smile on my face as I turned to look at the slightly blushed mint aura'd girl, and her big round eyes.