Indigo by Unknown

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    “Okay, so that’s pretty gnarly,” Shawn says. I reach over to slap him upside his head but Sabrina beats me to it.
    But to my surprise, Indigo just laughs and brings her face around to look at him. “Did it help?”
    Shawn lets out a big breath and smiles at her, “Yes, I think so. Thank you.”
    Behind Indigo’s back, I narrow my eyes at Shawn shake my head in disappointment for making her have to do this.
    He makes a face back. “What?” He mouths silently.
    “I don’t want to be treated like a doll,” she tells us, which hits me hard because I compared her to one earlier. “If you want to see it again, just let me know. It doesn’t bother me.”
    I wonder how true that statement is. I notice the slight tremors still shaking her hand, and try to quell any more caveman like reactions.
    Sabrina pulls Indigo into a hug, “No more towels okay? And thanks for letting me get ready at your place, I’ll come by tomorrow?”
    Towels? I try and find some sort of explanation for that but come up empty, my curiosity piqued for the thousandth time around Indigo Olsen.
    She turns to meet my gaze, and I wonder if she wants to get on my back again, but she ends up falling into step beside me. I shove my hands in my pocket, feeling bereft. Her arms come up to cross over her chest, and I veer her in the direction of my car to grab the sweatshirt.
    When I hand it to her with a sheepish expression, she smiles shyly and immediately zips it open to put it on. The look of satisfaction on her face when she cuddles into its warmth is worth all the crap I’m inevitably going to get later from Shawn. I like her wearing something I got her. I like it a lot.
    “Thank you Kennedy. You really didn’t have to do this.” She reaches behind her to pull her hair out from the back, and then slips her hands into the sleeves.
    “You’re welcome. It gets really cold up here.”
    I stare at her so cute and little in the sweatshirt, damn glad I bought it for her.
    I shove my hands in my pockets as we start walking, overcome with the urge to know if she had a good time tonight. A good time with me. “So did you have fun tonight?”
    A small smile graces her lips. “I did. I’m glad I went. Thank you for…hanging out with Sabrina and I.”
    “I had a great time too,” I tell her, wanting her to know that I hope we see each other again. And then because I feel I have to, I say “And, sorry about Shawn. He’s an idiot sometimes.”
    The smile disappears from her face and I watch her hand go up to her cheek. Damnit that was probably the wrong thing to say. I want her to know that I don’t give a fuck about her scar. That while it makes me angry to look at it, I would never want her to feel uncomfortable or feel she has to hide it from me.
    “It’s okay, really. I’m used to it.”
    My hands clench in my pockets, and I don’t say a word, not wanting to get it wrong again. I want to tell her a million things. That I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but I know the words will fall short. Soon.
    We reach the door of her building, and she turns to face me. Although my normal routine would be to get my lips on hers, I know I can’t do that with her. And that just makes me want her all the more. But she does gift me with a sincere smile I can see through the wind blowing her black hair in strands across her face. “Thank you again for hanging out with me tonight, I had a good time. And the sweatshirt…it really was just too much.”
    “I had a good time too,” I say truthfully. Before I can think of what else I want to say, she gives me a quick wave, “I’ll see you around.” I get one more smile before she turns around and walks to the door.
    I’ll see you around? I watch her walk to the dorm, making sure she’s in safely.
    Yeah. You will.
    INDIGO
    When I blink my eyes open the next afternoon, the first thing I notice is how dry my mouth is.
    “Yuck.” Rubbing the wayward strands of hair from my