This was prompted by SibunaShannon! My first MOY!

"Did you ever think about dying your hair blonde?" Mrs. Campbell asked Joy.

Joy subconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.

"Mum!" Mick glared at his mother.

"What? She'd look lovely with blonde hair!" his mother shrugs. "Amber suggested I get mine colored and I did."

"Amber." Joy murmured, nodding in realization.

"Mum, dad, you're talking to Joy, not Amber." Mick points out.

"We know that." his father defends him and his wife.

"So, what are your hobbies?" Mrs. Campbell asks.

"Um, I like to exercise with Mick, hang out with my friends, I write for the school newspaper…" she drifts off.

"Oh, you exercise with Mick?" Mr. Campbell asks.

Joy nods.

"She's a much better athlete than I am." Mick boasts. "She and I race sometimes."

"I don't play any sports though." Joy adds.

"Do you like shopping, fashion…?" Mick's mother asks.

"I like both but it's not something I'd do for the rest of my life." Joy chuckles.

The next few minutes were silent and awkward.

"So, Amber-" Mrs. Campbell begins.

"Mum!" Mick exclaims, shooting out of his seat.

"Um, I'm sorry, I have to go." Joy mumbles. She gets up in a flash and speed walks out of the restaurant, tears stinging her eyes.

"Mum, dad, Joy is not Amber or Mara," Mick glares at his parents. "She may not be a shop-a-holic or a science genius but I don't care, I love her."

"Mick, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" his mother starts.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." he grumbles and storms out of the building to find Joy.

"Joy?" he calls. He looks around and spots her sitting on the curb a little ways down the road.

"I'm sorry that I'm not like Amber or Mara." she sniffles. "I'm just not like them. I can't believe your parents don't like me! I tried so hard but they want Amber-"

"Alright, Joy?" Mick stops her.

She cuts her sentence short and looks up at him. Tear stains ran down her cheeks, flashing in the moon's light.

"I don't care what my parents think. I don't want Amber or Mara," he explains, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I love you for who you are."

"You love me?" she pulls out of his arms.

He winces. He hadn't meant to say that. He's surprised when he feels her soft, familiar lips kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I love you too." she whispers.

He grins and pulls her to her feet. "Let's go try this again." he says and drags her back into the restaurant.

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James 5:12

Above all, my brothers and sisters, do not swear - not by heaven or by earth or by anything else. All you need to say is a simple "Yes" or "No." Otherwise you will be condemned.

-Rachel