firework//js

Chapter 5

Graces POV
"Let me in! I'm sorry ok?" Aubree says as she bangs on the bathroom door.
I look at my phone and keep refreshing my page to find even more views, likes, comments, reposts, etc. I hate being the center of attention and I don't like that everyone now knows how I sing. Singing was my way to escape reality, to let go and be happy. But now when I sing it's just going to be me singing for other people.

"Please let me in! I said I'm sorry like a billion times?" Aubree says, and I get up and walk towards the door. I unlock it, and Aubree comes flying in.

"Finally! I'm sorry, ok? If you want me to delete the-"

"It's ok." I say, cutting her off.

"What?! Then why did you just make a huge scene if it's 'ok'?"

"Everyone already saw it. Just keep it, because now it doesn't really matter." I say, and sigh. Aubree comes by me and pulls me into a big hug.

"Let's go watch some tv and talk about cute guys!" Aubree says, making me laugh. We go back in her room, and spend the rest of the night talking about Jacob and her lil crush Hunter.

"It's so cute that you like Hunter!" I say, tapping her nose.

"You know what's also cute?" She says, getting out of her bed. She starts walking around and eating candy. Oh boy.

"Hm?"

"Hunter." She says with dreamy eyes. I lay my head down on her pillow, and look up at the ceiling.

"When you think of Hunter, do you ever get like butterfly's?" I ask Aubree. She looks at me weirdly.

"Like sparks?" She asks.

"Yeah. Well, kinda." I say, and she sits down on the bed.

"What do you mean 'kinda'?" She asks me, while tilting her head.

"Well when you like someone, you get butterfly's. When you like hold there hand or hug them, you get the Sparks." I tell Aubree while looking up at her white ceiling.

"What comes after the sparks?" She asks me with curiosity."I don't know. I've never got to that part yet. I'm guessing it's like fireworks." I say, and she nods.

"Ohh. That's cool." She says while yawning. I look at my phone and realize it's 2:16 am.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Aubree." I say, and turn over on my side. I close my eyes and think about the butterfly's and sparks that Jacob makes me feel. But then I think about those fireworks. I will probably never experience the fireworks, but it's ok to dream about them, right?
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