***NOTE: There will be no post on Monday, May 21. I know, I know, you’re heartbroken, but I’ll be offline and far far away. I may throw something your way on Tuesday, though. Maybe. We’ll see.****
Firefly by Chelsea Miller
Steam formed a halo around Firefly’s head as she surveyed the scene. She was half hidden by shadows, peaking around the corner to view Mosh and Alexis walking together. Blood seeped from her lip into her mouth from biting it so hard. Watching Alexis take Mosh’s hand and the smile he gave her in return made her want to scream. What did she have that Fly didn’t? Her stomach twisted angrily as she watched them talking, still holding hands. Why were they still holding hands? It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from going over there and breaking up their lovey-dovey display.
When they finally broke apart, Mosh was heading toward the tunnels that lead out, and Firefly took a different route to “accidentally” bump into him in his travels. She made it to the other corner first and saw him coming, head down. Why did he look so sad? When he was close enough she swung around and thrust her body into his. He caught her with both hands before she fell. She felt so safe in his grasp.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” Firefly joked after Mosh had righted her stance. He gave her a half smile and attempted to keep walking, but Firefly wouldn’t have it.
“Everything alright? Saw you talking to the new bitch, you two seem cozy.” She narrowed her eyes. Trying to keep her feelings hidden from Mosh was becoming to be a challenge. Jealousy was evident in her expression.
Mosh shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I’m just being nice. She’s new, you know?” he said, meeting her gaze. “And she’s not a bitch, she’s actually really sweet, you should give her a chance.” This time when Mosh tried to walk away, she let him. His last words really stung her. She thought he would be on her side. But no, everyone was so gaga over this new girl that it made her sick.
After he had disappeared in the darkness, Firefly turned on her heel and stomped toward Reason’s tent.
“Reason? You in there?”
“Yeah Fly, come in.”
“You wouldn’t believe what I just saw,” she started as she pulled Reason’s flap aside, but stopped dead when she noticed Damsel sitting across from Reason in the tent. “What the hell is she doing here?” Firefly snarled. This new girl was everywhere, infesting every relationship Firefly had.
“I offered for her to share my tent,” Reason said before taking a bite of apple. Firefly could feel her vision blurring and she blinked a few times to clear it.
“Can I talk to you, alone?” she said with a pointed look to Alexis.
“What is your problem with me?” Alexis shot back to Firefly.
Fly had had it. “Everything, Barbie! You come down here with your skinny body and your gold locks and try and steal everyone’s man. You think just because your brother got shot the world owes you a living? Newsflash princess, we’ve all got problems down here. Life sucks, get a helmet!” Alexis’s expression turned from angry to dumbfounded. Firefly scoffed and attempted to slam the flap of the tent shut before turning away from the girls. She made it about twenty paces before Reason caught up with her.
“Firefly, what was that back there?” Reason pointed back toward the tents. “I’ve never seen you lash out like that directly at someone. What do you have against this girl?” She looked concerned.
Firefly wiped angrily at the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. “She’s scamming on Mosh,” she sniffed. Reason stifled a smile and put a reassuring arm around Firefly’s shoulders.
“Trust me, Little Fly, I don’t think she’s interested in Mosh.” Firefly ducked out from under Reason’s wing.
“Only Mosh calls me ‘Little Fly’, and how would you know if she liked him? You two best friends forever now?” She used the sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt to blow her nose.
“I think Damsel has her sights set on a different sort of man.” She avoided the friendship question. “I know because she told me who interests her.”
Firefly seemed to brighten a little at that. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” Reason winked and made her way back to the tents, leaving Firefly to her musings.
What she did next was more impulse than logic. Firefly took off at a sprint in the direction Mosh had gone. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but she was afraid. Afraid of his reaction, afraid of rejection, afraid of her own actions. Something she couldn’t comprehend was niggling at the back of her mind. Something that was telling her life is too short to waste time being angry. I hope it’s not too late to tell him how I feel she thought to herself as she emerged on the surface of the Greylands.