Becoming the Luna

I roll off the bed in laughter, clutching my stomach as I throw my legs around in happiness.

Dale holds an ice pack to his head with a disgruntled expression on his. "It's nice to know that seeing us in pain is making you this happy."

Virgil has his own ice pack against his jaw and this just makes me laugh harder. "Next time you'll think twice before playing a trick on me." I say smugly, still gasping from laughter.

"How were we supposed to know that Shana was teaching you jujutsu?" Virgil grumbles.

"I heard my name." Shana slides into the room, a happy expression on her face. "Anyone wants a new ice pack?" She advertises.

We both burst out laughing at their unhappy expressions, they hadn't calculated me landing on my shoes.

"Dinner is ready." She finally says when our laughing dies down.

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?" Shana asks when we're relaxing on the porch and just staring at the stars and the ocean roaring against the beach. 

"I know!" I exclaim with a sudden burst of inspiration. "Let's go to an amusement park!"

Shana freezes. "No, no, anything but that."

"You're not getting away scot-free after putting me in heels." I wag a finger at her.

Dale touches his head and winces. "Heels that nearly killed us."

"W-Wait, why don't we vote?" Shana suggests shakily, a hopeful expression on her face.

Virgil instantly raises a hand. "I vote for Hayden's idea."

"Me too." Dale agrees too. "You're the reason he wore heels after all."

Shana's gulps at this. "No!" She wails, hiding her face in her hands.

"I hear they have one of the biggest rollercoasters." I say with barely concealed excitement. "I can't wait to get on it."

Shana makes dying noises at my words and gets up. "I'm going to go cry in my room." She says in a pouty voice.

"Shana, wait!" Dale gets up to go after her. "Come on, don't be like that, the amusement park is not so bad."

Their voices get distant the deeper into the house they go. "Don't talk to me, traitor."

"Shana…"

I turn away from the door to see Virgil staring at me with a serious expression.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"Who was that? Back in the mall." He asks seriously, looking bothered.

I hide a small smile - the overprotective person -

"Blake, remember him? He was the one that thought I was a girl."

Virgil has a look of disgust on his face. "He still thinks you are?"

I laugh lightly. "Maybe, but the first time he saw me I was in a dress, there's no way I'm telling him the truth now."

"You'd have to see him again for that to happen." Virgil rolls his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?" I tease. "I mean he even gave me his phone number."

"Are you talking about this?" Virgil brings out a crumpled piece of paper and I gasp, searching my pockets.

"How did you get that?"

He just shrugs and rips it to shreds. "It fell out."

"You're lying." I deadpan, smiling softly at the self accomplished expression on his face. "Jealous idiot."

"Hey, if someone is dumb enough to think you're a girl, that on them."

"Dale thought so." I shrug.

"I know, he's dumb."

I laugh at the quick way he says it and lean back into the support of the lawn chair, just watching the sky.

"You know, I didn't accept any of their phone numbers." He says and my head whips to him to see his eyes closed.

"Why are you telling me?" I try to say nonchalantly. "I don't care if you did."

"So you won't mind if I go on a date tomorrow?"

Emotions blind me so that I'm reacting before I can logically think through his words but it's Virgil, I never think straight when it comes to him.

"What?" I exclaim before catching myself in time. "I-I mean, I don't really care."

He nods knowingly, a small smile on his face. "Sure you don't, jealous kitten."

Red splashes across my cheeks and even though I know that there's no way that Virgil can see it in the dimness of the night, I still drag the edges of my hair together to hide it.

"I'm not jealous." I pout.

"The color of your cheeks say otherwise." He points out teasingly.

I gasp in mock horror. "No fair, how can you see me?"

"I don't have to."

I go quiet after this, feeling incredibly peaceful even though things are still very complicated.

The peaceful feeling lasts until something tickles my nose and I sneeze hard.

"Alright, it's time to go in." Virgil shoots to his feet to come to hover over me. "You've already caught a cold."

I roll to my side to ignore his looming presence. "I've not caught anything, it's just dust." I pout, still wanting to enjoy the quiet of the night.

Another sneeze tickles my nose again and I try to hide it but it just comes out as a tiny explosion.

"While your sneezing is cute, you're really going to catch a cold, plus it's really late, and I'm pretty sure there are mosquitoes at the beach."

I hide my face in my hands. "I'm not cold, and sneezes can't be cute, just go on in I'll come late…" Another sneeze let's rip and Virgil stops trying to convince me before I can recover from sneezing, he picks me up and makes his way in.

I end up sneezing all the way to his room and Virgil fixes this by bundling me up in a couple of his thick sweaters, who even bring sweaters to a summer vacation?

"Virgil, I'm sweating." I complain to him as he moves around the room, closing up the windows and fiddling with the air-con - did I mention that he's doing all these while he's shirtless?

"That's good." He murmurs to me.

I blink. "What? No! That's not good at all!" I'm bundled up in thick blankets like a sausage so there's no way I can free my hands to get out of the sweaters in drowning in.

He just ignores me and goes about making sure that the room is the temperature of a sauna.

"I sneeze once and you're throwing me in a boiling pot?" I accuse him.

He just gets on the blankets beside me and places a kiss on my damp forehead. "No you sneezed twenty times and I'm just trying to get you warm, goodnight, Hay."