A Different Blue(32)

around an invisible microphone. He wasn't bad, and what he lacked in talent he made up for in

personality. Usually Graciela was his biggest fan, but she was been jittery and kept looking at

her phone and pacing back and forth.

Graciela had been getting on my nerves lately. She had started straightening her curly black

locks so they hung down her back and parting her hair on the side so her long bangs played

peek-a-boo with her left eye. Just like mine. When the school year started the only makeup she

had worn was lip gloss and masacara. But that had changed, too. Her eyeliner was thick and

black, her lashes curled and coated, her eyeshadow smokey and dark. Her jeans were tight, her

shirts fitted, and she'd even found a pair of sky high boots in a size 5. She weighed maybe 90

pounds and had no hips or breasts, and the clothing and makeup made her look like she was all

dressed up for Halloween. It was not hard to figure out that she was trying emulate me, but she

looked ridiculous, and for the first time I wondered if maybe I did too.

When the doorbell rang, Graciela sprang from the couch and ran for the bathroom, squealing like

Justin Bieber was at the door.

“What in the world is up with her?” I growled, annoyed.

“It must be hormones,” Manny sighed, like he knew all about women's hormones.

“Oh, yeah? Is that why she's become mini me? Hormones?” I stomped to the door and jerked it

open, thinking the neighbors had grown tired of hearing Manny sing at the top of his lungs and

were coming to complain.

Brandon Bates and two of his buddies stood at my door, matching smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Blue,” Brandon grinned, his eyes on my tank top and the brief cotton shorts I had

changed into after work. His friends seemed equally interested in my outfit.

[page]I was taken aback, and for a second I didn't quite know what to say.

“Uh, hi, Brandon. What are you guys doing here?” My greeting wasn't exactly welcoming, but

Brandon stepped through the small opening like I'd just invited him in. I yielded in surprise as

he strode into the apartment like he owned the place, Cory and Matt at his heels. They all made

themselves comfortable on the couch, eyes on the TV, as if they were going to stay for awhile.

Manny was all smiles and happy hellos, thrilled that Brandon Bates was here to watch his

favorite show with him. Graciela slunk out of the bathroom, hugging the walls like a shy puppy

and perching on the armrest closest to Brandon.

“Hi, Brandon,” she purred, her eyes glued to his face, her breathing shallow.

Gracie's skittish behavior suddenly made sense. She had known they were coming. What was she

thinking? That we were all going to hang out? The way her eyes clung to Brandon made her

feelings fairly obvious. But I knew for a fact Brandon wasn't interested in Gracie. Thank God.

In fact, he'd been flirtatious and suggestive toward me on several occasions, and I wondered at

what point Mason would see his brother as a possible threat.

“So, Blue,” Brandon suggested after a few minutes. “I was thinking you and I could take a

drive or something. Cory and Matt will babysit if you want to take off.”

Manny huffed in indignation at the term babysitting, and Cory's eyebrows shot up like that

wasn't what he had planned on at all.

“Brandon!” Matt warned.

“Brandon!” Graciela cried, as if Brandon had slapped her. Then she shot me a look of such