Don't Judge A Flower By Its Color

Chapter Thirteen 🌼

"Oh, you're home." Oceana greeted happily while entering our room, "good morning."

She was still in uniform. Her figure held tight by the black elastic jumpsuit. Her dark flesh shined with the evidence of her daily workout.

She pulled the blue tie out from her hair then fell to the ground. Her eyes shut as she released a loud yawn. The noise seemed to almost shake the whole room.

She must have woken up early this morning. That was the only reasonable reason why she would be awake. Usually, this was about the time she rolled out of bed in the morning.

Hopefully, her early arrival to the workout quarters had nothing to do with my sudden disappearance last night.

She didn't look to have any visible injuries so maybe the doctor never noticed I left.

That's not surprising but it was kind of weird that Dr. Mary didn't. She always made sure we were in line. Did she forget to do her walk around?

"Did Dr. Mary not stop by-"

Oceana smirked, "I spent the night in her room. Told her you were knocked out and snoring."

I cringed a little at the snoring bit. She had to be kidding. I didn't snore.

Snoring meant being deep asleep. She may have not noticed but I always slept lightly. It was a safety precaution installed in me at an early age.

There was no time to relax. Anything could happen within minutes. We had to be fully prepared for the unexpected.

I sat down the old crinkled gardeners magazine and thanked her with a smile.

She waved off the gratitude then pointing a finger in my direction, "so tell me what happened. Are you both an item now? Or what?"

A warm blush crossed my cheeks at her question. Me and Darien an item? That wasn't even a possibility.

He didn't see me that way. My school girl crush would never get a rejection or an acceptance. To him, I was still that little girl.

Plus he probably already had a girlfriend. He was too good looking not to have one. I bet she was a model with skinny legs and a great personality.

When I relaid this to Oceana, she burst out laughing. She covered her face in hopes to gain composure but that did nothing. It only made it worse.

"Oceana!" I whispered aloud feeling a little flustered.

She cut her amusement short and moved her hands back to her lap. She looked me dead in the eye, "you can't be serious."

"What?"

Quickly she stood to her feet. She ran to where I sat and grasped onto my shoulders. She shook me like a rag doll thinking this might help somehow.

"Have you not seen the way he looks at you!" She tighten her grip, "he likes you."

My heart stopped for a beat. The image of Darien and me standing together with hands interlaced flashed in mind. Maybe we had a chance.

No, the more rational voice in my head scolded, that won't be happening.

"He....," my mouth grew dry, "he doesn't like me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Oceana exclaimed while giving a bizarre look in my direction.

I raced a shaking hand through my hair explaining the details of what occurred last night. She sat there listening and watching each heart-retching emotion dance across my face. Hers flat but subtle as she rattled with thought.

This wasn't a fairytale meeting like she was hoping. She didn't know whether to go hit Darien over the head or soothe my heart.

She tried to suggest that he liked me but was having a hard time as well.

"After all, it's not like everyday that somebody you think is dead walks back into your life."

"You're right about that." I mumbled while playing with his coat that laid upon the mattress.

"I'm always right." Oceana replied cheekily before catching a glimpse of the lingering sorrow.

She sighed, wrapping an arm around my neck and giving me a quick knuckle sandwich. It didn't hurt too much but it was enough to make a giggle ring aloud.

Once she saw the ugly frown had been replaced with a smile, she removed her hold. She snatched the trench coat and lifted it before us. Upon the tan fabric there were random hole rimmed with black. At the edges, grey ash clung to it.

I judged it closely for awhile then took it out of her hands. I balled it close to my chest, smelling him within the rustic scent. He was still there in the dark.

My form begun to shake at the thought.
What was I suppose to do? Leave him alone? I couldn't do that when he went to so much effort to find me.

"Just go try talking to him again," Oceana commented, "except this time express how you're feeling and things should work out."

Would things really workout if we talked together? There was a fifty percent chance everything could be handled that easily. The other fifty percent showed signs of him not understanding and becoming upset.

Was saying what I wanted worth that risk?

It took some consideration but I decided it was. I needed answers to my questions. We had to be honest with one another.

Quickly, I got to my feet and begun to throw necessary items in a random small light pink backpack. It was best to prepared for a longer stay. This conversation might take awhile knowing Darien.

Oceana helped, allowing me to borrow her overnight pouch. It wasn't too grand. It was a white makeup bag overly packed.

"It has everything you'll ever need," she hummed while wearing a smirk.

I decided to ignore her cryptic expression and took the bag, thanking her for the help before rushing out the door.

Darien, this time I'll be the one rescuing you.

A/N:

This chapter took a little longer and I apologize for the wait and the grammar mistakes. I got a little sidetracked catching up on The Flash!

But I'm caught up enough now....

And can I just say, now I understand the memes of Barry screwing up the timeline. He really needs to calm down and deal xD

Anyways have an awesome day!

(Btw I do not own the beautiful picture. Credit goes to the person who created it)