I feel so incredibly stupid for doing this. Yet here I am, the T-shirt in the bag, slowly approaching Simon's locker.

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. As a way of an apology for being quite rude, I'd bought a shirt online. It had arrived early this morning, and I'd written the first note that would go on top of the shirt. The second note had been written after a bit of hesitation, before being stuck into the shirt with some tape.

Now that I was actually standing a few feet away from the locker, however, I started to get cold feet.

'Get yourself together, Bram,' I whisper to myself. 'It's just a shirt. It's just a shirt.'

Yet how can I feel that way when I know that it is so much more than that?

He could call my phone number. He could find out who I am within seconds. He would know that Blue is in fact me.

If that is the price I have to pay for keeping him in my life, though, I'm willing to pay it.

My hand moves along the fabric one last time, as if to work up the courage. The shirt is soft, even softer than it had been when I'd opened the package. Washing machines truly are a miraculous invention.

I take one last deep breath, knowing these are my last moments of being Blue. Once Simon finds this, Blue will cease to exist. Once Simon finds this, Blue and I will become one.

Am I ready for that?

No.

Am I doing this, though?

For Simon? Of course.

Get in, place the bag, get out. As I go through the motions, I hold my breath. What if he sees me? What if he finds out before I can even reveal myself?

He doesn't come, though, and as I step away from the locker to admire my work, the bell rings. All around me, classroom doors open, and I find myself being swept away by a stream of students trying to get to their next class. Once I reach the next corridor, I take a step into it and then pause. When I peek around the corner, I find that I have a perfect view of the locker. And, much to my liking, I see Simon standing there, holding the shirt.

The look on his face is something I'll never forget.

As I let myself be swallowed back up by the endless stream of students, I can't help but grin broadly. Maybe everything will be okay.

And maybe, just maybe, Simon will like me as Blue after all.


Author's Note

That was it! I hope you all liked it. This was my first fan-fiction of this book, and one of my first contemporary stories. I tend to need magic and mythical creatures, or at least blazing guns. That said, I hope you all enjoyed. Reviews would be appreciated! :D