Authors Note: Okay, readers, I plan to sum this thing up soon, so prepare for the not-so-interesting ending that everyone's been waiting for.

Chapter 21

Pillows

Before I knew it, I was knocking on the door to Blue's house… or farm, or whatever. Waiting uncertainly for someone to answer the door, I turned to Serenity. She eyed me suspiciously.

"Are you sure he's not a… like… old man or anything?" she asked.
"Oh, he's young… enough," now that I'd thought about it, Blue was at least five years younger than me. Way too young for me, alright! I thought to myself.

"Well if you say so-" she started, but Blue himself opened the door at that very second. He seemed shocked to see us – or rather me.

"Um, m-may I help you two?" he asked, pulling his hat down over his eyes. "… The shop's closed."
"Blue, this is Serenity, Jamie's sister." I said at the same time as Serenity chirped a perky "Hey there!" Blue had an expression that looked like he was questioning the theory of genetics. He blinked twice and turned to Serenity.

"Nice to meet you," he said and held out a hand, "I'm Blue." Serenity took his hand and laughed lightly. She was blushing a bit, so I could tell my plan was working out fine.

"Um, I came here on short notice, and I was telling Jasmine how I didn't have a date for the festival," she started, looking at me. "She told me she'd give up her date to go with you if you wanted to…" she faked an innocent smile and Blue seemed to be happy just to have a date.

"Alright. I'll pick you up at seven…?" he asked, and Serenity looked like she was going to melt.
"O-okay, then!" she perked, and took her hand back, running towards her house giggling. I shrugged to Blue and sprinted after her.

"Why do you always run!?" I yelled at Serenity, and she slowed in front of the big purple house. "Yeesh…" She was breathing heavily and laughing.
"Come in, Jasmine, I owe you one!" she said and wrapped her arms around me. I uncertainly hugged back, and we walked into the house laughing together. We were sitting on the huge couch gossiping about villagers when –

"Yep, that Lyla has Louis and Basil melting in the palm of her hands… I think she's crushing on Basil, but Louis might have a thing for her…" I explained to Serenity, who was giggling to herself. "What's got you so giggly?" I asked, kind of sounding like Jamie.

"Sounds like you!" she burst out and explained, "We both know my brother likes you, and by the way Blue was looking at you, he has feelings for you too!" she made dramatic hand motions and sighed. "We both know who you are eyeing." She rolled her eyes.

"W-what? I don't like Jamie! How could you even say that? I mean… me and Jamie…" I shook my head, and she laughed.

"Jasmine, I didn't even say it was Jamie. I was thinking that, but I never said him specifically," she sipped some of her 7-up, frowning. I groaned.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, and she sat up and nodded, looking wiser than a 17 year old should.

"I mean, the way you turn red around him, the way you always stutter, and I feel like throwing up every time you two flirt in front of me-" For once I had good aim, and the pillow I chucked hit Serenity directly in the face. It fell like it would in a cartoon and before we knew it, we were smacking each other with pillows.

"You can't tell Jamie!" I yelled after being slapped with a tiny blue pillow. And Serenity smirked a smug smile at me which made me uncomfortable.

"Tell me what, exactly?" said a familiar voice from behind me. I froze, petrified as Serenity laughed loudly and threw a pillow which, by the sound of it, hit Jamie. I groaned at my bad timing, and collapsed into the mess of pillows on the floor by the couch. I muffled something incomprehensible into the pillow on my face even I couldn't understand, and felt like disappearing. I sat up and sighed at the same moment when Serenity cleared her throat loudly. When there was no response from Jamie, and a confused expression from me, Serenity rolled her eyes. "Jamie has something to tell you, Jasmine!" said Serenity, but she looked like she was talking to Jamie – or eyeing him, as if to communicate without speaking. Jamie's face turned a little red, but his face was expressionless.

"Jasmine, come," said Jamie, grabbing my hand and almost dragging me out the door.